"Until we meet again, Oliver." the unstable woman spoke in a light tone as a smile once more graced her lips while her bi-colored gaze watched the dark form of his body make a quick turn and retreat for the safety of the mountain. A dark smirk then replaced the forced smile on her lips as soon as his back was turned to her. Oh she knew that he was petrified by her presence, his body had given that away despite his best efforts at trying to hide it and that was okay with her. In truth it actually thrilled the ivory clad woman that she could birth such fear in someone just by her one look at her. Imagine the fear she could create once she actually /did/ something!

Take him out, Hexamora! What are you doing letting him get away?! Do you want him to reveal your home to that mangy pack? The tiny voice that occasionally popped up in her mind spoke in a condescending tone as her mouth remained closed, unaware of the fact that her paw had once more began to stroke the crown of her precious skull. Near silence began to fill the hallow as her nails raked the collagen leaving behind small trails where the tips dragged back and forth. In a low voice she began to whisper to herself once Oliver was far enough away that he couldn't hear. "Patience is a virtue. You need to have pieces before you can play the game." The dark smirk that graced her countenance only grew larger as her words surrounded the fog cloaked area. Soon, soon she would make the next move in her plan. With that her head lowered to reclaim her precious between her jaws, body turning to disappear into the dense fog of Phantom Hollow, the white mist devouring her equally white frame until there was nothing left of her to be seen. Just like a ghost she vanished into thin air. Phantom Hollow, her humble abode.