Lady Mo looked around, there were vehicles everywhere: cars, planes, all kinds of human inventions that belched deadly smog into the atmosphere. The fools would kill themselves in time, but she wouldn't let that happen - much better for her and her people to do all the killing. There was some comfort to be found in the rushing of howling wolves all around her, but the metal buildings took away any hope of feeling at ease. Even the ground beneath her ever-bare feet was paved, still warm from the previous day's sunlight. With her connection to nature stretched so thin and distant, her powers were severly hindered. "The only way this place could feel like home is if it never existed at all." It was within her capabilities to destroy this place... a tornado, a storm with a few well-placed lightening bolts to detonate jet fuel containers, an earthquake... all in a days work.

"The wolves and I will remain mostly outside to catch the stragglers who try to run." just as she began speaking, the Purge began to thicken the air with their holy vapour. Lady Mo looked up towards the skies, the mists did little more to her than the effects of a gentle rain. The God of the Purge meant nothing to her, it never had. She existed before Christianity, they'd have to do much better than that to discover her own weaknesses; To do that, the Purge would have to acknowledge that a religion other than their own existed, and that was something they were to prideful to ever do. "We will fight were the vampires cannot" she spoke as if she herself was not a vampire, as if they too, are below her.

Perhaps they are... all just pawns on the chess board, while she will reign as Queen.