Θuija
Overhead the trees lay bare to winter's coming. Only the tangles of branches caked in snow created the shadows fore which he lurked. At least in the day light hours. The jackal preferred the night to prowl but duty had called. The ruler of Sylva had greeted his hastily and with prior judgements. Perhaps she knew more than she let on.
Meeting fire to flame his eyes met the white stallions. Blackened horns twist to catch his question, a slight grin playing on his lips, "She is quite a fancy thing. Wearing trinkets in her ears and on her ankles. She is a teleporter, at the least." Pausing briefly to allow the info to marinate in the others mind, "I did not see any others. The last time I had paid a visit there was a roan mare but she did not come this time. Djinni must be strong to have kept a kingdom to herself with little to no help." His words are not more than an eerie whisper on the winds. Their destination to only one set of ears.
He quiets, concealed within whatever shadows he can find. Shifting uneasily at feeling so...exposed. He waits hungrily at what the ghost next proposal is, an idea... Devilish lips curl to expose his white canines dripping in anticipation. Nerine... Discreet... Forest... Those were his directions. To gather info and return.
With no more than a nod of his crown the jackal turned towards the shadows of the Forest. Slipping into their obsidian abyss once again. Carefully choosing the same path he came. Leaving only an eerie distant cackle behind.
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