Life it's just a game.....

Their screams echoed aloft in the air, and their blood spilled amongst the brick path below the large beast's very claws. The frequent flicker of a nearby streetlamp was all that was needed to cast an eerie shadow over the wolf, cascading the bloodied features and long set of canines to the point it could scare anything in its sight. Two dark emeralds - much like the ones compared to diamonds - glistened within the darkness and the flickers caused them to have a glossy edge to the abyss colored pupils. The mind she withheld was far to what she realized could only happen through instinct, and the hunger could not be helped as the meal was almost too easy to deny. Moving passed the set of male mortal bodies, she heard bones snap as one of her hind paws pressed into it. She chuckled under her breath that was visible through the icy air at her lips, leaving a trail of blood behind her as it oozed off the sides of her maw. A stench; foreign to her senses, but judged simply by its smell to infer that it was female, however it was not hers. This potent scent was lesser of her pack, so the fae snapped back a grin as it was a loner whom had strolled onto her borders. Not bothering to glance back at the dead bodies as if to fathom the choice to hide them, Noctavia instead followed the silhouetted frame of a woman through the dark alley. She was young, to her that is, more resembled to the Alphess, but mostly innocent as her flesh was not tatted in ink and scars. With the loud clicks of her claws to the alley floor, the black fae rose to her tallest and slithered her tongue through her teeth as she curled her lips back into a ruthless snarl from behind the woman, "Who are you and what are you doing in my lands, wereling?", saliva dripped mixed with the leftover blood from her mouth, spitting it near the woman's feet as she took on a strong stance to tower over the other. Glaring her eyes, she stepped forwards in threat, yelling through her body language to 'Speak!'

The mistress stuttered in her words, struck deathly in the eyes as she sensed fear within them staring up into her own. Making her appearance known, the large ebony black wolf took a step into the light, glaring down at the woman with little amuse. "I am Noctavia Dark, Alphess Noctavia to you." Before she could snap into her set of sentences, she cocked her head towards the ground and relaxed herself to ease in retreat to her human body. Standing at five feet and eight inches, she resembled a smaller woman, but inside she was gifted with strength in number of years as she was many among the human years old. Her hair ran in long lengths of matching black to her wolf's pelt, the same pair of eyes that never changed at all. Her skin was of a milky, soft color, blended with the blood of ink running along her arms and every where else that was visible to the eye. She was covered in them, both scars from past battles along with tattoos that aged back so long ago, "You come to my lands, by what, accident? Well that's not how things work around here. You ether ask for acceptance by giving what little you might be able to do in the benefits of my pack, or scram before I kill you now." Looking to the woman, she motioned her hand in a circle quickly, widening her eyes as she craned her neck forwards, "Today, I don't have all the time in the world, ya know." Noctavia snarled loudly.