Kintla Flatlands Queen B*tch 101

@Malice and here we go lol xD

The incident with the pond-wolf had proved many of her previous theories. Strangers were really, quite strange. Really, ALL OF THEM. Maybe it was just generalisation, but from everyone she had encountered, she had stood correct. Even so, she found herself venturing out into the unclaimed territory even more, unfortunately encountering more loners along with it. Couldn't they just find a pack instead of trolling the woods like creeps? And why did they resign to living alone? It was weird. And she was a curious creature. In her mind, all lone wolves were the same, like a robotic species programmed to wander and die in an endless cycle. Of course, this was not true, but who had told her differently? The loners who had wound up decapitated on their borders, certainly not.

The figure of a dark female ahead sent a doministic stance about her. In all territories, she was most definitely the most malevolent around, and the mark on her shoulder was proof to back it up. Deciding against confronting the stranger, she continued her path, ignoring the presence entirely. There was an aggitation about her, something bubbling on the surface of her own tolerance. She was looking for a new victim. Her plaything, the mutt was gone as far as she knew, and really, he was such a bore. She needed something with a spark, that would fight back on it's way to death. Wolfskull had gone quiet, and she needed the sound of screams to refill it.