Silently, Selene counted the group in her head. It was already such a large party... The witch shuddered. She wasn't one for crowds.

At the appearance of the Lycan, a sudden shock of pain racked her head, she grabbing her temples quickly and squeezing her eyes shut as her ears began to ring with a familiar voice: her own, distorted and childish. No, that wasn't Selene speaking in her mind, it was Folle.

[i][color=red]"Won't you look at that? Another necromancer! Oh, I can smell the delicious death on him, hehe~ He's like us, Selene, pure evil like us! Isn't that just wonderful?! Ahahaha!"[/color][/i]

Selene lowered her hands with a shuddering breath, growling quietly so as not to be heard by the group, threatening Folle to be quiet. After finishing her outburst, Folle fell back to her incessant whispering in the witch's head, unintelligible and just as frightening.

After her vision had cleared, Selene noticed yet another member of the group. One with a cat's tail. Her curiosity got the best of the her, the witch silently going over and reaching out to gently grasp at it, lips pouted in interest as she looked it over. [color=gold]"You're like a kitten."[/color] She teased joyfully, the pain of Folle's appearance completely gone and pushed to the back of her mind.