Zain
Her statement, or perhaps it was a question, does not go without reaction. A deep throaty chuckle creeps up through his larynx at mention of his state of being. "Ah yes well, many have tried... But I just keep coming back. Each time more undead than the last," his expression is both of faux concern laced with a cunning grin. His attention upon her does not faulter as he offers his name and asks of hers.
There is a prick to his blackened ears twisted within the confines of his tangled locks when she states her title here. He is not surprised; seemed all the lands have fallen into feminine hands. A change from how it used to be. To him it mattered little, but he found it a bit more interesting visiting with the matriarchs of the kingdoms.
His head nods in acknowledgment, "Your Majesty it is then," he says with a smirk. "I come from Pangea, on a diplomatic visit of sorts," It wasn't a full-blown lie, just a half truth. With a turn of his head his eerie gaze settles on the stone figure, "I am very curious as to what this is and its purpose here?"
Upon final examination of the figure, he can't help but notice a shift in the flora around them, but more specifically the way it ebbed and flowed like the oceanic tides around the Queen. It causes his focus to shift from the statue, trailing from the earth in which they stood, to the flowers that dotted the gilded mares crown of branches. His brow rises in interest, a memory of his mother comes to the forefront of his mind. The way all manners of vegetation flourished in her presence. His own magic stirs within him, a sickly dark thing befitting of the undead being. An insatiable instinct to wither away all the pretty things gnaws at him, but he holds it deep within his exposed ribcage.
For now.
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Viszla
Possesses health transference
and may steal your health.