((Hmm, maybe I'll have Moon' sneak off. She's been kind-of neglected in Jikal' c: ))

A black pelted femme had left her old home. Paws carried her in every which direction they could lead her and she only had gotten chased out or beaten. Optics trailed along the ground, and she knew that she would have to find a place to call home soon. Either that or become a traveller, and only find places every now and then. Yet everything to her was temporary. Only for a while she remained full. Only for a while she remained wet. And only for a while she remained loved.

Her maw scented something. Wet, and lupine. Nervousness overcame her body, paralyzing her, as she tried to calm herself, only another thing startled her, and a yipe of anxiety emitted from her vocals as thunder crashed loudly above her cranium. Silken fur was now clinging to her body for safety, and yet that was something she couldn't give it. Without knowing her whitened paws carried her forth, crashing into the neophyte she had scented earlier. THe ebony fae could only watch, and stand as not knowing what this canine would do.

It smelt of no pack, and it definantly seemed to need a good washing. Yet she stood, violet orbs straining to not look at the wolf for she knew this could be her death sentance.

THe femme looked on at the brute, and noticed his startled actions. "Who am I? I could ask the same to you," she retorted, snorting. Sniffing the air a little, she sneezed, and the misty weather all the well wasn't quite her liking. Yet, she figured that home back in Jikal' that the rains would bring plenty of life and prey during flower-full. Her ebonite tail twitched in amusement, as the brute seemed at a loss. Crooked smile formed on her maw, and this she realized, was not her normal self. She wasn't usually so twisted, and wicked, but more gentle, and caring. THoughtful and kind more she was, but now she was rebellious. Was this her magicks taking over?

She had never really gotten the help she needed by Jiral, to sustain, and control these magicks, and in her opinion, it was really needed. Yet, they could overtake her, and if that happened, all of Ternik would know, and they'd throw her in the tower. A silent growl gurgled in her throat, and the vibrations that weren't there couldn't speak their mind. "And how is it, that who I am concerns you?" she asked herself, eyes narrowing, muscles tensing slightly.