Armonia stood tall drapped in her bright white night gown and as she walked it gently scrapped at the murky ground. the moon high above casting its brillant light down upon the silent world. Armonia looked around her piercing eyes observing the forest surroundings. "Odd no one about or is that just what they wish us to beleive it wouldn't be the first time i was ambushed by a roge wolves." she thought to herself. the long sharp daggers held fast to her flesh by her fish net stakings became cold. Armonia gently scid her index finger over the blades shuddering as though she could hear the lustful cry wishing to once again be feed by blood.
"Its been so long sense we've entered into battle with anyone but ourselves perhaps its time that we find a family of our own." she said softly to herself.