.. Vix enters the alleyways. Clad dark in ebony, and leather. Hiding her from the rest, becoming like the other night felines. Yet, as always something was different with her. Her stance; held with pride and dignity. Her eyes; violet - color of the midmorning summer sky. Her skin; pale as a winter day. Innoncense - that is what covered this lioness. Yet if one looks into her eyes, an unkept fury - fire and ice - fire and steel - sharp as a knife. These images, epics, plauges all hid in her eyes; proclaiming something far from innoncense. ..