There is at least one creature bordering the Outlands that doesn't quite belong there. Despite that, she doesn't appear to be hiding, or even poised to perform any task in particular. Seviilia sits on a rock in full dreadplate armor, watching ahead of her for anything odd that might catch one of her pupilless, frosty blue eyes.

The blackout hadn't been anything that had troubled the Death Knight. Vision was slightly harder to obtain, but with certain senses enhanced by her undead state, it was hardly anything to get upset over. In fact, she even welcomed it. Everything seemed a touch quieter without the sound of electricity buzzing in one's ear.

Seviilia herself is an intimidating appearance all her own. Though mostly slight in frame, her shoulders show some obvious definition and cast an imposing shadow. The rain that falls upon her armor appears to freeze if it doesn't roll off right away. The hilts of two axes poke over her shoulders, ready to be used should the time call for it.

Her head picks up when she spots movement. A wolf -- though not native to Quel'thalas, she had seen them plenty of times trapsing about the Plaguelands back home. She had also learned that, the majority of the time, they would not attack her before she attacked them. Most living creatures were repelled by the scent of death surrounding her.

Unless they were desperate, of course. Maybe she could have a little fun with this one before it tried to run off.