Fairspell Meadow The webs we weave

The dark malice strode her way through her shadowed sanctuary with her head down. Her anger had flared up once again, causing tarnish and trouble in her footsteps. Her wrath was nothing to underestimate, it never was. But today, it was uncontrollable. From the moment she rose from her slumber, her mind ached with the thought of carnage. The last few days had been fine but she had known it was only a matter of time before she.. slipped. But thinking back, she didn't want to heal. When she wasn't angry, she was calm, and calm only led to softness. No, she had no mercy. None at all.  
Her heavy footfalls and careless stride echoed across the forest, and anyone within her reach would know to run the other way. The beast was back in town, an it was here to stay.

With a crooked smile, she lifted her head to see another dark female in her path. That wouldn't do. It was clear that the girl was a Blackfeather, so but no means could Nemesis hurt her, but she had absolutely no patience right now. She didn't need to put on a look, her malevolent nature shone through her any day and today, it was heightened a mile. Any smart wolf would know to steer clear. But she was interested in the girl, she didn't look soft like some other she knew. Blackfeather had been to light, in her opinion. But now that Misty was gone and Ayana was.. wherever she was, things had changed. The soft colours had faded and the darkness seeped in. For the better, she reminded herself. Ayana had been fun, and Nemesis had hoped to see more of her. Perhaps the feisty girl would return but by now, she had doubts. That would make them enemies but she would have no problem with that. She didn't like "friends" anyways.

She gave a light growl, making her presence known. Her faint hostility was nothing personal, but she had no reason to trust the newcomer, not until she proved herself.