Just call me by what I am.
This wasn't her destination, no, but while this ancient being had wandered the forest, her keen sense of smell caught onto the scent of something
very familiar. An old memory flashed through her mind in reaction to the scent, and she outstretched her fingers then rolled her head back along with her shoulders. Then, relaxing her muscles, her eyes opened and pools of silver set their gaze to the west. "I wonder..." A musical, yet in many ways,
unsettling tone flowed from her mouth and her tongue followed momentarily to slide along her upper lip. She began, following her nose, among her other heightened senses, towards the old den she knew was just ahead. She pushed her deep crimson locks behind the olive-toned flesh of her elegant features and moved through the shadows with ease. The steps of her bare feet made hardly a sound as she walked, and wearing only a slim fitting black dress, there wasn't much else to weigh her down or cause a ruckus.
Reaching a small clearing, she slowed to a halt, standing in the darkness at the base of a large tree. She reached out a hand to place it upon the trunk at her right; graceful digits tracing along the bark. From there, the daemon watched for those who may be residing within the den. Perhaps, she thought she may spot a familiar face, or
muzzle. However, she had lost track of time in the many years that had passed since she had last found herself here. Wolves having a short lifespan, or having one at all, anyone she once knew may have already met their Gods. If nothing else, she might enjoy a bit of fun whilst she were here.
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