05-08-2012, 12:03 AM
The woman was patrolling the borders, as she was apt too lately. Though she had heard the camp had been ransacked and destroyed totally there still might be a chance that a few wolves had been absent, and she had been diligently searching for such signs alone the stone wall that bordered the thistle kingdom. Her pack so far had more or less stayed away from her, all the individuals that might have been murderers, rapists, blackmailers and the like seemingly couldn't handle the skull bleached onto her face, the reminder that beneath the fur, the scars and the muscles that's all they were. Walking skeletons. No, could any of them handle the glimpse of mortality that she gave them? That she presented not only with her bleached fur, but the skull she had stolen from her father?
Apparently not. At this, the nocturn colored female snorted at in disgust. The gift she had been presented with went unnoticed, the black tendrils that wrapped around her brain and heart forgotten. She had been blessed, chosen. Her body was muscular and fit, kept that way to feed her desire, her desire to show the world that they were not in fact immortal, that the crimes and misdeeds of yesterday were not to be forgotten and that they would pay for them, dearly. Her own father had. He was an abuser, and he beat Alessandra down to her last legs, keeping his youngest daughter hidden away in fear from the man that sired her. After she saw the light, seen that he was in fact in the wrong, she took her justice from him.
Some might have thought her strange for her markings and the skull that was either worn or bounced on her hip, attached to a belt, but she was not. Alessandra was simply a creature that desired justice, as most did. However, her justice was scewed and twisted so that it suited her entirely and made sense in her mind even if her actions were hypocritical, like most were. These were not her thoughts today though, she was simply out for a border patrol. The woman urged Valhalla forward, speeding up his pace so that she could feel the wind through her long, stark white hair. Nary a moment later came the call that would have chilled others to the bone, but it called to her, sung to her in a way that only a few understood. And so she rode on.
The demon-steed underneath her needed no urging, he understood his fallen angels thoughts as his own and he veered in the direction of the sounding automatically, his large hooves thundering over the soft ground that flew underneath him. After a few moments of hard riding the pair were riding side by side with the shaded creature that was the Auxiliary, both focused on the coyote's in front of them. Alessandra glanced at her leader and smiled wickedly, urging her horse past the others and catching up to the more fleet-footed coyote, snarling at him from her horses back. Reaching out with a claw-tipped hand she smacked Valhallas rump and he leapt forward with a snort, fire dancing through his eyes. As soon as the two were ahead they abruptly turned on a dime, cutting the male on the ground off. He backed away defensively from the apocalypse on horseback, hands up and incoherent blabber coming from his mouth.
This would be good.. This would be easy.. This was delicious.. A dangerous smile slid over her maw while icy blues glinted in the light, her demon horse quivering with anticipation underneath her.
Apparently not. At this, the nocturn colored female snorted at in disgust. The gift she had been presented with went unnoticed, the black tendrils that wrapped around her brain and heart forgotten. She had been blessed, chosen. Her body was muscular and fit, kept that way to feed her desire, her desire to show the world that they were not in fact immortal, that the crimes and misdeeds of yesterday were not to be forgotten and that they would pay for them, dearly. Her own father had. He was an abuser, and he beat Alessandra down to her last legs, keeping his youngest daughter hidden away in fear from the man that sired her. After she saw the light, seen that he was in fact in the wrong, she took her justice from him.
Some might have thought her strange for her markings and the skull that was either worn or bounced on her hip, attached to a belt, but she was not. Alessandra was simply a creature that desired justice, as most did. However, her justice was scewed and twisted so that it suited her entirely and made sense in her mind even if her actions were hypocritical, like most were. These were not her thoughts today though, she was simply out for a border patrol. The woman urged Valhalla forward, speeding up his pace so that she could feel the wind through her long, stark white hair. Nary a moment later came the call that would have chilled others to the bone, but it called to her, sung to her in a way that only a few understood. And so she rode on.
The demon-steed underneath her needed no urging, he understood his fallen angels thoughts as his own and he veered in the direction of the sounding automatically, his large hooves thundering over the soft ground that flew underneath him. After a few moments of hard riding the pair were riding side by side with the shaded creature that was the Auxiliary, both focused on the coyote's in front of them. Alessandra glanced at her leader and smiled wickedly, urging her horse past the others and catching up to the more fleet-footed coyote, snarling at him from her horses back. Reaching out with a claw-tipped hand she smacked Valhallas rump and he leapt forward with a snort, fire dancing through his eyes. As soon as the two were ahead they abruptly turned on a dime, cutting the male on the ground off. He backed away defensively from the apocalypse on horseback, hands up and incoherent blabber coming from his mouth.
This would be good.. This would be easy.. This was delicious.. A dangerous smile slid over her maw while icy blues glinted in the light, her demon horse quivering with anticipation underneath her.