This was her home. Always had been, always will be. Unlike the other few residents here she had put in the effort to call it home. It was only a matter of time before things changed. She knew this and her efforts to save it from corruption had failed. She passes the thought with a shrug of her shoulder. Her ambitions were to not sit on the throne anyhow. But aiding in those who seated upon it...
Swiftly she had left her cave, silver colt in tow. There was nothing left there for her guests so she had not worried they'd mingle long. The ghost had better things to do she was sure. The kingdom was more familiar to her than anyone who still remained so she crossed it effortlessly. With such a vast span of trees one could easily get lost. The ground was littered with fallings from above. When dried the crunching echoed under the canopy but today the moisture quieted her steps. Ebony traced ears listened for the sounds of the stags hoard. They would be gathering...
Traversing quickly the colt was strengthening with each step. Muscles flexed as joints bent. She stopped every so often for him to feed from her. Tongue wiping the dew from his coat as any dotting parent would do. Her eyes cast out into the sea of darkness surrounding them. Switching her vision to seek something she desired, blood.
Again she pushed forwards. Their destination a glowing light far off in the shadows. A smirk creased her lips as she saw it. Ears tipped forwards, "Come Kasanova. We are late."
She arrives on the outer edge of those gathered. Front and center is the reason for the disruption in her home. Catching mid sentence the announcement of his second in command. Her eyes narrow on each present. They do not impress her and surely none of these are who he speaks of. A pretty little stone mare speaks first, proud. She hackles the thought of her doing much damage to anything other than herself. The next she notices is familiar. The dark stag is summoned by Gryffen to do some dirty work. She simply grins in delight as her fangs pressure to be released upon him. Next time she would not stop until he is drained at her feet. Next time, she thinks. And the last gathered is nothing but a puppet on his strings. She remains unimpressed by those surrounding him. So with confidence she breaks through them...
She is not extremely tall but nevertheless her eyes look down on those surrounding her. An amused smirk on her ebony lips as auburn eyes meet the ghosts red glow. Just as she had met him the first time in Taiga she awaits no permissions. This is her home after all. Kasanova follows her in stride as she makes her way to the front, "I guess congratulations are in order again. You already know me and my...abilities but for those of you here who don't, I am Karaugh. Diplomat of the fallen Sylva." Her eyes remaining trained on him as he ends his tirade. He names off a few duties, "And what of me? Sylva is MY home and I have no intentions of leaving. Perhaps my diplomatic abilities can be of use to you, My King." She side steps to look to her son, their son. Bringing forth the result of their diplomatic meeting of Taiga. "I can travel again once our child is less reliant," she states simply, a grin creasing her lips. It was no fun taking a child on...visits.
Swiftly she had left her cave, silver colt in tow. There was nothing left there for her guests so she had not worried they'd mingle long. The ghost had better things to do she was sure. The kingdom was more familiar to her than anyone who still remained so she crossed it effortlessly. With such a vast span of trees one could easily get lost. The ground was littered with fallings from above. When dried the crunching echoed under the canopy but today the moisture quieted her steps. Ebony traced ears listened for the sounds of the stags hoard. They would be gathering...
Traversing quickly the colt was strengthening with each step. Muscles flexed as joints bent. She stopped every so often for him to feed from her. Tongue wiping the dew from his coat as any dotting parent would do. Her eyes cast out into the sea of darkness surrounding them. Switching her vision to seek something she desired, blood.
Again she pushed forwards. Their destination a glowing light far off in the shadows. A smirk creased her lips as she saw it. Ears tipped forwards, "Come Kasanova. We are late."
She arrives on the outer edge of those gathered. Front and center is the reason for the disruption in her home. Catching mid sentence the announcement of his second in command. Her eyes narrow on each present. They do not impress her and surely none of these are who he speaks of. A pretty little stone mare speaks first, proud. She hackles the thought of her doing much damage to anything other than herself. The next she notices is familiar. The dark stag is summoned by Gryffen to do some dirty work. She simply grins in delight as her fangs pressure to be released upon him. Next time she would not stop until he is drained at her feet. Next time, she thinks. And the last gathered is nothing but a puppet on his strings. She remains unimpressed by those surrounding him. So with confidence she breaks through them...
She is not extremely tall but nevertheless her eyes look down on those surrounding her. An amused smirk on her ebony lips as auburn eyes meet the ghosts red glow. Just as she had met him the first time in Taiga she awaits no permissions. This is her home after all. Kasanova follows her in stride as she makes her way to the front, "I guess congratulations are in order again. You already know me and my...abilities but for those of you here who don't, I am Karaugh. Diplomat of the fallen Sylva." Her eyes remaining trained on him as he ends his tirade. He names off a few duties, "And what of me? Sylva is MY home and I have no intentions of leaving. Perhaps my diplomatic abilities can be of use to you, My King." She side steps to look to her son, their son. Bringing forth the result of their diplomatic meeting of Taiga. "I can travel again once our child is less reliant," she states simply, a grin creasing her lips. It was no fun taking a child on...visits.
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