[private] Looking for a Tornado [Sabra]

[Modicum Mortem]

I'm every nightmare you've ever had,
I'm your worst dream come true.

He had left in a flurry of anger and resentment, in a sea of angst and rage. How could Gryffen leave the subjects who were loyal to him, who had killed for him? In a similar act, the clown had relieved himself of his Sylvan post, of the raven and his cyclops (why even bother to learn their names?), and retreated into the shadows where he knew he belonged. 

But the shadows were only home for so long, and he was growing restless and bored. Dare he say, he missed the darkness of the autumnal forest, and he missed the climbing the ranks of such. After hearing of the two generals abandonment, he decided he would meet the new leader put in place, and maybe (hopefully), get on her good graces. 

It is a dark autumn day when he finally traverses the land, fallen leaves crunching beneath his hooves. He was like a ghost, slipping easily and nearly unbeknownst through Sylva's forest, looking for the one they had called "Sabra." King or queen, it didn't matter. People underestimated him for his size, why underestimate this woman for her gender? It seemed rather pointless. 

He lets out a sharp nicker when he reaches the center of her kingdom. "Queen of Sylva?" He asks for her, wondering where she may be or what she may look like. 

Modicum Mortem

@[Sabra] Morty is back! Surprise. He's looking to be loyal (/winks) to Sylva and Sabra.