The shadows of the forest had slowly become her truest companion. Bathed in the comfort of its darkness she moved silently throughout the whole of Sylva. Shielded by the lively sounds of her new home her footsteps are light upon the fallen leaves. The kingdom of Sylva had become the center piece of Beqanna’s unrest. Misfits and freaks alike had flocked to the seething darkness her king had created. Likewise, there was not a single face that the Demon Queen had not yet memorized. The absent of new faces were beginning o feed the mare’s boredom. She thirsted for new blood.
It is almost as if fate had agreed with her when the sound of an unfamiliar voice seeped into the depths of her hidden place. It beckoned calling forth the intentions of those hidden from view. Hungrily her body lurches forward in search of its owner.
Lingering just outside of the cream coated stallion’s sight, Astarael sent her red tongues of fear before her. Soon the stranger would feel it’s effects – the tickling of unease as her red glow wrapped itself around him. Just as she prepared to reveal her demonic beauty to the new comer, another broke into the clearing.
Kreep. Krone’s bastard and Mortem’s newest play thing. The colt is surprised by his unexpected discovery and she can’t fight her amusement at his display. Despite her disdain for Krone, she was Kreep’s queen and it was her duty to protect him. Pinning her leathery wings against her side she drew alongside the colt.
“You would be wise to answer the colt,” she advised as she tightened her aura around the stranger.
@[Tymber] @[Kreep]