She stood on the cusp of everything, hands clasped firmly behind her back, golden eyes trained on the horizon.
This is what she had been waiting for. The thousand mile journey, the days of hard, rigorous training - it all lead up to this. Her heart was as excited as it could be. Slowly, the massive ebony woman made her way across the unfamiliar lands, memorizing them. Linquilea de la Rosesanglante used her massive brainpower to become acquainted with this new territory as if it were her own, as if she had never known anywhere else. She was completely and utterly focused on her goal; no distractions, no thoughts of anything else. The female formerly known as Lea Yae was determined to know this land like Shandom Qi'Vaex knew it, and from there she would discover where he was. And once she knew where he hid, Linquilea de la Rosesanglante would rip his throat out and drink his blood.
The female took her time as she moved through the snow blanketed land, leaving minimal trace and no societal wrinkle. It was out of character for her to live her days as a loner; Linquilea vastly preferred the comfort of a seized, ruined pack. But that would not be prudent, at least not right now. She was a woman with a singular goal, and the politics of a dissenting pack would distract her from it. As much as she enjoyed murder, as much as it made her feel more alive than anything else, being this close to him reminded her how and why she was who she was.
Familiar anger bubbled up within her; she broke into a run. She had trained her body to run long distances in all forms, and she did not show any signs of discomfort with two legs instead of four. Large, obvious muscles bunched in her legs as she moved like a shadow over the snow, a stain on the pristine whiteness. Her topaz eyes were narrowed in concentration as the wind whipped through her coarse ebony fur - she was not sure where she was going, just that she was. Intuition took her to this land, and intuition would lead her to her final destination. It was fate; it was the will of the Gods; it was what was right. A wolf's scent caught her attention; Linquilea followed it. Her movement slowed into a jog, not quite the brisk run it had been before, and she became as close to silent as an eight foot, three hundred pound female could be. It did not take her long to come across the origin of the scent, and when the kneeling, back turned wolf materialized substantially in her vision, the midnight female froze. There was a familiar flavor tho the scent now, a perfume that lived in her mind. It was weak, and if she were not so familiar with it Linquilea would not be positive it was even what she thought. But she lived for these moments, and her lips lifted into an uncontrollable snarl.
This woman smelled like Shandom Qi'Vaex, and Linquilea de la Rosesanglante would kill her for it.
Who are you? Her voice was calm and chillingly cold, but it did not betray any extraneous emotion. The expression on her face was dead, but her eyes were teeming with unbridled rage and murderous fury. I should kill you for the scent you bear.
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