Over crashing waters there was no sound to be heard, paws fell silently on the cool earth. The foaming white waters lapped against the soaked Earth moving further in to the dry lands. With each outward movement they clung to ebonite paws with their icy grip before falling away rejoining the larger body. Ebon' towers remained pressed against the charred skull they sat upon. Nothing could be heard over the constant roaring so keeping them up seemed pointless and the sound hurt her ears a bit. Misery rather enjoyed the silence, this constant noise was not something she found herself drawn to. In fact Misery had no idea why she was here in the first place. Slim limbs carried her delicate looking bodice along the shore. She had considered leaving, but where would she go? Back to the quiet barren land? It was a much nicer place then here though the water was quite a sight. Soft Aquamarine visionaries slid across the glistening surface of the wild waters. A light mist rose from the waterfall and each tiny drop clung to a strand of fur. The more droplets her obsidian coat collected the more it shimmered in the soft moonlight.

A thick fog began to roll over the land, creeping across the waters surface and up every tree for a good mile. It hovered over every stream and swirled around Misery's dark physique. It swirled until the vix was nothing but a silhouette in a moonlight grey cloud. She let a soft girly giggle escape her charcoal probiscus barely audible over the noisy waters. Despite the constant loudness the scent of the fresh water was rather soothing. Misery was not really worried about staying alert, she had learned to live her live without fear. Things always seemed more peaceful that way, ignoring the potential threats until they were immediate threats.

Aqua orbs slipped slowly behind their covers, their secrets sealed behind thick ebony doors. This was not a busy day, in fact most of Misery's time was spent enjoying the silence. Perhaps the solitude was getting to her, but it was a thing she'd miss if it was gone. Charcoal lids peeled back from now clouded sapphire optics. Calm open eyes drifted upward resting upon the lovely lady luna, her light tearing through the thick curtains of fog that swirled between her and her domain. Slowly a dark shadow slipped across the skies, blocking the moon's bright face. Each passing moment the skies grew darker until without warning it all stopped. The shadows hid in the light and the fog allowed the winds to carry it away, a bark was heard in the distance over the roaring waters and while the fae was clearly trying not to startle her, Misery was startled. She jerked her head toward the sound and was on all four paws in a second. Her movements blended together so quickly and gracefully it was hard to tell which she did first. Charcoal brims revealed pink gums lined with glistening weapons, dripping saliva like a rabid creature. Fortunately when the ebonite matron realized what had stumbled upon her was a friendly canine she quickly lowered her feminine frame her tail tucked snugly in a submissive manner and large black auds flicked backwards. Her actions were more out of politeness rather then submissiveness. Misery was not one to start fights at random, while she could be quite cruel and unforgiving at times she did her best to earn the respect she commanded, and while she was unaware of the stranger's position or pack, she tried to give the respect she felt each canine deserved. Certainly this fae had done nothing to provoke Misery, she was not close enough to be a real threat and Misery had been, for the most part, alert. It was just before the fae had alerted her that she noticed, and by that time Misery knew the presence she was just not ready for sound to pierce the silent air.

Emotion fled her cool blue eyes, they were the locked doorway to her soul, friendship the only key. She looked upon the fae with an empty gaze, a soulless, lifeless look. No words passed her charred lips as she watched the other, heart still beat quickly against her chest. Her sides rose and fell with each breath and each was quick and short. She remained silent to avoid forcing the stranger to speak, perhaps she was also the quiet type, or perhaps she was just not interested in a conversation. Whatever the reason, Misery was quite at home in the silence, if this fae wanted the silence to remain she wouldn't make it difficult.