There was something new stirring in the shadows of her forest. Slithering silently through the darkness of her beloved shadows, the Demon Queen kept her fear aura tightly against her. Though her recent changes were still developing, she had felt herself growing in confidence with every passing day. Her eight pointer crown of horns were fully formed a top her head, arching backwards and twisting violently. The leathery wings upon her back still lacked the strength to carry her but she sensed that would come soon enough.
Edging nearer to the unfamiliar figure she sent red glowing fingers of light to tickle the lone figure of a mare. Patiently Astarael lingered just out of the mare's sight, feeding on the fear her aura pulled from the depths of her otherwise self-assured physique. Astarael listened to the stranger's voice as it called out, almost mockingly as she challenged the forest dwellers to meet her there. Chuckling, the queen stepped forward, revealing herself in all her demonic glory.
"Be careful what you wish for, sweetling," she hissed, her voice seething with the promise of all that the strange made had been in search of.
@[Sabe]