Meadowlark Prairie Stay wild, moon child

Darkness shrouded the land, falling into the pitch as night overtook it and with the night came prowlers. One such, an ebony woman that moved in a stalk as if trailing the frail, moved through it as an extension of the dark. The two were similar, they went hand in hand, Vindicta and darkness. Vindicta was danger personified and the darkness seemed to be a part of her, firmly ingrained in the very fibers of her essence.

Another resided in this darkness, a soul of similar nature though not quite so cold as Vindicta. A red woman, resembling some distant relative but reeking of wolf, her eyes a ruby that might have startled some. Vindicta's own eyes were not so vivid, rather a deep blue that reminded one of glacial ice. Cold and empty. 

Vindicta prowled close, peering at the waif with a smirk plastered on her face. "Such a pretty girl..what are you doing alone sweet one?"