Mad World (Border Post)

- Sorry for the long wait, school is a bitch.

Nature’s pipe player crawled effortlessly forward in the attempt to play its bittersweet sorrow-filled tones to mask control upon the sleeping, yet undeniably beautiful serpent awaiting behind the darkness to its caverns. Its purpose was to pry the creature to awaken and rise from its quarters, to which would then bring a sense of life and mystery to them all to which were beneath the sly reptilian silhouette stirring before thee. It called and called as best it could, brushing its branches to the clear panel of a window, animals scratching and chirping for utmost attention, the ground rumbling - all because they beckoned a higher presence to reign forth and provide spite that it is light which causes darkness to follow. And to what gave nature such the delight, the force they so summoned was that of a great and punishable evil. The serpent stirred some more and more as the wind picked up and the trees began to sway at its free will, to alas stretch the lids of the creature wide open and illuminate the small patch of shadows surrounding one’s two hues of an unnatural glowing green. She hissed at the source of light shining through passed the dark drapery standing above her bedside window, glaring at it was if it were the sin of all evil to ever possess the earth, but managed to snake away from its wake and remain as best she could in the shadows of her beloved room as she moved about till her orbs had readjusted to the astounding arrival of a season she so despised - spring. It had come so fast and so soon, and all the animals were out to play, the only benefit from this was warmer nights and softer soil to feel beneath her claws as she darted after newly found prey. For for now, all the sly woman could do was inch through her quarters and fasten an outfit on as best she could without looking to the sun's light just yet. She fixed her hair, which had carelessly grown even longer down her torso with the refusal to be cut over the past wintery months. Still, the queen would bestow a new look after the abandonment of her other half and move on as she always had over time, both with Axel, and now Daiken - now she would prove a new life amongst herself and her pack more importantly. Those she so hated had now left, leaving her with a new start to something even greater, and hopefully a new generation for Caedesque alas.

As she made way through the castle halls, her hand smoothed gently over the marveling soft material to her attire, admiring it slightly before quickly dismissing it as just another piece of clothing she threw on from time to time. Perhaps it was not the royal apparel that other so thought she may strike as wearing, but with this, she was able to roam freely without question and blend easily into crowds of others. T'was not easy, being what they were, she would need all the help she could get by her independent self if she truly wished to keep their species under-wept from the human society. She never cared to form well to society's antics, nor much cared for what the sought to find in her carnivorous appetite despite her large amount of control to what she didn't care to use unless in dire necessity. At first escape, she was lead to the decision of shifting forms and taking complete awareness of her wolven flesh as it slowly molded her womanly feminine features to that of an eleven foot obsidian colored wolf. She stretched her long legs and awaited the sound and familiarity of smell to register through her sense of hearing and smell. Though without her ears and nose, as Alphess of these lands, it was almost instinctive of an alpha wolf to detect a new presence near to their lands. It was a feeling of an itch, or some have said to be a tingling of the spine - but to her, it was a bad taste in her mouth to what notified her as to this foreign source of life. Her muzzle bent towards the ground as she slowed to a halt to the center of the woods, sniffing the fresh, spring dirt and lifting her head to look around herself, ears turning swiftly back and forth as nature above soon filled them. Tail flickering, it slowly raised to press against her lower spine, and within the blink of an eye, she was off again, trudging loudly on large paws through the land with the great purpose to scare to whom awaited her higher presence. She ran at incredible speeds, higher than the average wolf or perhaps werewolf if put to the extreme test, only to be recognized as a black bullet sweeping passed trees as tall as her and rocks as tall as to her hip. A growl rippled out her throat as the image of a blurred man came clearer and more focused in her side view nearest to a standing tree's trunk, zipping forwards in second tops before she came within inches of the man's face with her large, wolven cranium head close to his. Blood stained teeth as sharp razors stayed aloft yet clenched tight together as she curled her lip to snarl, haunches raised and fur ruffled - eyes a supernatural and evil color as they stared at him long enough as she attempted to pry fear from the male in any way, shape or form. "Who're you and what is your purpose, foreigner?" The typical staged and overused question bitterly spat from her lips at him, her voice dipped with both dominance and rage as its velvety tones washed from her throat to his ears.

She removed herself slowly by only a few pawsteps back, remaining true to her side of the bargain and resting her feet on Caedesque territory, just behind the dividing line where he could not so pass just yet. Noctavia held no acknowledgement for his looks, despite she believing he was quite handsome and fair with the tattoos he so wore, but left no recognition through the expression she so effortlessly played upon her face - nothing. To that extent of easily found control, the Alphess relaxed and shifted back into her human state, her fur phasing to that of long flowing black locks and a face of pale complexion and beautiful, somewhat normal, green serpent hues. The color in her cheeks made her appear alive, though most of her was stiff and formed, pale like a fresh corpse that was slowly decaying from the inside out. She ironically defined an undead radiance in the season of life.

"I am Alphess Noctavia-" the woman bellowed behind a mask of no emotion, "-if you so wish to enter my lands, prove to me with words to what we, Caedesque, may benefit from your presence?"