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[Astarael]

Astarael

herald of death

Concealed by shadow Astarael bathes in the sound of the forest as it fled from the company of Sylvans. Red fingers trace lazily through the dirt, searching out more prey for her fear to feed upon. The green and white stallion stand loyally at Mortem’s side, his eyes fixated upon the shadow of a creature as it moved listlessly behind it’s cover of trees. The clown king’s voice draws it out, his curiosity would surely one day be the death of him. Still, the horned mare admires his reckless ambition.
 
Moving with broken movements the half-horse’d creature slithers into their line of sight, cackling and clicking in it’s form of speech. It’s spined tail and rows of teeth made it a formidable opponent and the queen was not blind to it’s usefulness. As it attempted to speak Astarael stepped closer, her ears straining to hear the answer to Mortem’s question. Nexu, it said. Its name was Nexu.
 
Stepping from the clearing now, Astarael drew up beside her king, the tips of her wings tracing along his side. Her glowing green eyes locked firmly upon Nexu as her fingers of red draped themselves off Maugrim’s frame. He was simple minded, that much was obvious, and she smiled coldly as she considered the alien featured creature.
 
”Nexu needs a purpose,” she offered with a flick of her tail. She cast an eye to Mortem. “With her on our side we would be unstoppable.”

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