The woman was terrifying in stature - huge, almost large enough to be considered a monster of the night. And yet she was also strikingly beautiful, if someone dared to come close enough to inspect her features. The inky fur that covered her enormous body was rich in its hues; it was not a simple and common black. See it in the sun, and one might catch rays of blue and brown and red, dancing together in a terrible rainbow. But see it in the darkness, and it was probably too late - Linquilea moved silently under the cover of night, and to be too close to her while she suffered from a foul mood, or perhaps a relapse of memory, was a terrifying and potentially fatal mistake.
Her spells had been less frequent in her youth. That was not to say the woman was not still in a terrifying prime; her muscular body showed now sign of decay, and the only sign of her age was the small streak of silver beneath her strong jaw. But Linquilea's mind, ever volatile, sometimes took her to a place she did not want to see, reminding her of the events that changed her permanently; the ones that took her a way from who she could have been... It was the dark red of blood on a fertile autumn ground, mangled bodies of sable and gold twisted together in the rich smelling dirt, the staining of crimson around an alabaster mouth that whispered "I'm so sorry..."...
She suffered from one of those spells earlier in the day, and she was still slightly shaky and off her normally pristine game. Linquilea walked in these unfamiliar lands on two legs, appreciative of the virus that had been bestowed upon her by Morden all those years ago. Still, she could not deny her heritage; the woman was most frequently seen in a four legged form, preferably Secui. She enjoyed the enhanced power it gave her; it was the only difference she could discern from the natural Lupus. But now she sought to be terrifyingly huge; standing well over most men would do the job nicely. However, her sensitive nose had picked up the scent of a woman, and she followed it to a stream.
The woman she sought was by a stream, and smaller than she. A sneer curled across her dark lips, dark gold eyes narrowed as she approached the creature. She was not accustomed to small talk, often preferring the comfortable introduction of teeth. Instead, she cleared her throat, drawing attention to herself. What do you find funny? she asked, voice low and gravely as it had always been. Linquilea found it strange to come across a randomly chuckling woman. Perhaps this female would have something interesting to offer. [/html]