The raven on his shoulder is tense, it’s claws digging sharply into his flesh as it awaits it’s masters call. Another raven joins them but this one is different. It’s wings flicker with flames and it follows the command of the dappled stallion behind him whose own flames spark about it’s mane. They have crossed the border and show no signs of stopping. No, for they are here with a purpose. It’s only when they come to the Mother Tree and it’s bountiful garden that he finally halts. He sneers in disgust as he looks over the low branches and it’s thick trunk. With a shrug of his shoulder, he looks to Kushiel and Weed. ”You know what to do.” Turning his back on them, he looks to the others. ”Find her.” He snarls and they will know of who he speaks. His beautiful little reptile girl will force her to come regardless if she wants to or not. It was a choice of life or death really and surely she would choose life. They usually did, always pleading for it. His shadow raven leaves it’s perch, taking flight to help them seek her out. Once the smoke begins to rise, it will draw them all out. The few that lingered here that is. He paces in front of the stallions as they do their dirty work, ready for the fun to begin. "Come out come out wherever you are..." He calls out in a sing song voice which follows into a cruel booming laugh, one that rumbles from deep in his chest. Oh this was going to be fun. - - - - - |