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Her face was lovely, in its own way. As she examined it she saw the age melt away, dripping into the water as imagined youth took its place. She had been beautiful once, at least to some. But she was too masculine and too strong, corded with thick muscles that bespoke of a man's body, not a woman's. And yet it did not bother her as much as it should have or as much as it might have when she was younger. Linquilea had worked hard for her body to look a certain way, and she was indisputably one of the strongest wolves in existence. Or, at least, that's what she told herself.
She decided to shift, and the process took several minutes. Linquilea was not able to shift as quickly as some smaller wolves, as there was simply more of her to change. The sounds of cracking bone and stretching sinew added unneeded noise to the night, but Lea wasn't too wary - it was a vulnerable experience, but she was sure enough that she would be able to defend herself, somehow. There had been so many situations in her life when she'd escaped danger - what was one more? And anyway, who would try and kill her? She emanated danger - she was danger.
Even fell upon her hands and knees, Linquilea knew she was the kind of monster that mothers warned their children about before they went to sleep. The slinky dark ghost that lived only at night, the flash of teeth where there shouldn't have been any: Linquilea was cruel and dark, and she enjoyed the pain of others. She was not above murdering children.
The woman stood and walked a ways before scenting another; a snarl lifted her dark lips as she realized her solitude was broken. The smell spoke of a female around her age, weak with the fat of a luxurious life. Dark lips curled into a cruel smile as the dark Queen approached the other woman, a deep growl ripping itself from her throat as her tail lashed the air in a most irritated fashion. "What are you doing here?" the woman spat, irritation at being disturbed interlacing her every word.
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