Haunted Wood Free yourself from yourself

On this silent, cold snowy night, Tzila prowled the depths of her foreboding forest. It was common for her to be awake at such a late hour, given her preference towards the darkness. The gently falling snow in the eerie silence gave the forest a certain otherworldly feel. It was nights like these that she truly appreciated.

Her large, athletic figure coated in midnight was dusted with a fine sprinkling of white. Each flake that clung to her hairs glittered brilliantly, like a precious crystal. Equally pale eyes scanned ahead, in between the not so distant trees. She had gotten accustomed to the ever-present hollowness in her stomach, though it was no less irritating. She focused elsewhere, on her patrols. Avoiding the pit, for now, despite her curiosity roused by the ruckus in days prior.

News traveled fast, and especially to her ears. Vengeance had been injured in a fight with a black faced bitch, but thanks to Serem, was on the mend. And speaking of the black female... Tzila had also come to learn of her newfound title of consort. At one time she may have yearned for the spot herself, if only for status. To flaunt her power. But that had passed...she didn't want it that badly. She had seen little of the Warlord as of late, thanks to a busy schedule, largely consisting of her time during the expedition with Black Hat. She considered Vengeance a friend...an ally. No male had earned the right to call her his, and she was just fine with that. 

The unmistakable large prints embedded in the snow gave his presence away. And of course, that musk of his, toned down ever so slightly with the chill. Eyes glinting, she drew her head upright a little higher, chin slightly tucked. A knowing smirk played at her lips, while uttering a faint, short hum. She approached, materializing out of her shadows, slipping silently in step at his side. Mouthing an ear with brandished teeth, her greeting was a tightrope between gentle and deadly. "A fine night for a stroll. Too bad it isn't any more exciting." Her eyes drifted pointedly to his healed leg, then back to his face. "Though I have heard you have had more than your fill..."