An unearthly fog spread across the land, one cloud seemed to multiply until for miles the ground could not be seen. Grey visionaries searched the blood red horizon for signs of life. The sun was rising over the land spilling light across the Black body that was Misery. The smell of smoke lingered about being blown in every direction by a cool breeze that ruffled her sleek black fur. Paw by paw she gracefully carried herself across the wasteland. She could almost feel the heat beneath her paws as she moved, she created a mental image of what had happened here. She had such a good imaginations she could smell the smoke. Her tail was raised slightly, her posture was not submissive no was it dominant. This land did not belong to anyone, it didn't seem like a very good place to live anyway. It was open a dangerous place. There was little chance of seeing an enemy before it saw you and Misery was not at all alert at this moment. However, she was very unafraid. The girl usually did well on her own and there was no reason for her to fear. Or she didn't think there was anyway.

The light poured over her body and her Black pelt shimmered, it's dark blue tint was obvious in the light and matched her bright blue eyes. They were a deep aqua and they peered through thick dark rims. Harks were pressed against her dark cranium making it obvious that she was an easy target. It was almost a dare for something or someone to attack her, she hated stupid canines. Misery stopped in the middle of the waste land and gave the area a quick scan before sitting. Muscles bulged when she shifted her weight onto them and lowered her rump to the ground and wrapped her tail neatly around her delicate looking frame.

Ebony canvas absorbed the sunlight and it's heat, it warmed and smothered her. Thank god for the soothing spring winds that ran their fingers through her fur and cooled her, her powerful jaws parted separating her black lips. Her pink tongue poked through her shining white canines and hung from her mouth. Saliva dripped from her dangling tongue and with each shallow breath her sides rose and fell. She was not waiting for anyone in particular just maybe some excitement. Who knew who or what would stumble upon her.

All was peaceful but it wasn't long until all of that changed. The sound of an unfamiliar voice rang out from behind her. She didn't bother to flinch, not at all. For a moment she sat there trying to remember what the fae had said. She didn't forget she just hadn't been paying attention.Her head turned slowly to face the ebon' matron, Sea blue eyes shifted from nothingness to her dark facade. Saliva drip from her tongue and soaked into the dry cracked ground below her. Harks flicked forward to listen to any more words that might escape her black muzzle.

It took her no time at all to come up with a response, she simply held it back. Visionaries filled with curiosity she lifted her rump and turned the rest of her slenderly built frame to face the dark female that stood in the distance, muscles bulged with each movement. She took a step or two forward before stopping. Mainly because she realized the lady was worried. Not without good reason either, there was a doom about the lands. None of it bothered her one bit it just simply made things a bit harder to survive. Misery never thought she'd find herself in the middle of anything though. Of course making things harder for her was a bit irksome, oh well.

She stopped and stood there watching the black wolfess with an empty blue gaze. After a few moments, her tongue slid black into her mouth and words began to pour past her blackened lips. " There is no one, here is Misery, and you are?" Her tone was not at all respectful and yet it was not at all disrespectful. She simply did not like the way she had phrased her question. Jaws shut again and her dark crown tilted slightly as she waited for the words to flow in return.

Aqua pools narrowed as the fae's frame drew closer, she seemed so frightened. On most days Misery would take it as a compliment, however, this poor canine had no reason to fear her. Some alpha she was, afraid of a poor little vix like this? Wingless and small. Ebonite hindquarters dropped quickly as she watched the small shadowy physique of her new acquaintance came even closer. At a safe distance the fae stopped again. Misery simply scoffed at this cowardice little girl. Even if Misery had wanted a fight this pathetic pup was not a thing she'd waste her time attacking, and Misery wouldn't bother attacking without reason anyway. Then again she was right to be cautious, but she thought she'd made it very clear she was no threat. If Misery wanted this dog dead, she'd already be dead. A grin slipped across her charcoal muzzle as she let her sweet voice drip from it." A pleasure. I am simply waiting, why are you here?"

As unfriendly as she could sometimes be, this was a particularly nice day for Misery and so she made an attempt at fueling the conversation. Typically wolves saw those of their own gender as competition, Misery did not. She saw other females as females, there to produce pups to be either taken care of or raised to help take care of. It simply depended on the situation, if she was in a pack that needed members, then pups were helpful. However, it times were tough then females and there pups were simply a burden. A waste of her useful time, but this fae was not in her pack, in fact Misery was not yet in a pack. This vix would be a more useful ally and if that didn't work out it was most likely she was one of the dumb ones that would eventually just kill themselves off with stupidity. Until then Misery believed in given each new acquaintance a fair trial.

Misery was not at all afraid of where she was. Rogues didn't bother her, and so long as they left her alone she was fine with them. Of course rogues did not leave others be so a fight was likely. In which case Misery was fully confident of her abilities to defend herself. Ontop of that she had no pack to protect no one dragging her down and with that said she had never been in love, nor had she ever once cared for another. However, she did understand that whatever was good for the pack was good for her and used this as a reason to do what she needed to do to survive. A little motivation can go a long way. Misery was not nervous, frightened, unhappy. Infact the dark matron was quite the opposite and in a rather friendly mood. The terrain played no part in what little discomfort there was for Misery, the heat was a bit of the problem but not enough to really bother her. As the new fae spoke she gave a nod, there was no snappy irritation and the fae had seemed to collect herself and push away her uneasiness. This was a good sign, this would prevent Misery from becoming more irritated and allow her to try and spark a conversation.

" Have you been in this land long? You are alphess, no? I assume you were born here?"The smooth lyrics poured from her dark lips. Clearly she was speaking of the whole land, not just the place most referred to as the burnt plains. As the words left her lips all fell silent and there was a peaceful stillness once more. Only to have the silence broken once more by the response that Misery now waited patiently for.