The forest was hungry and it pulsates for fresh blood. Standing still she breathed deeply, filling her lungs with the taste of blood. All around her whispers rode the ever changing tide of the wind, heavy with secrets. If she listened hard enough she imagined that it spoke directly to her and she trained her ears to the sound of it. As she leaned into its lover's caress, a new voice found her. Mortem beckoned to her from his place in the shadows, calling for his queen to meet him.
Slinking through the trees, her feet found a path that would carry her to him. Keeping to the shadows she circled around him, making a study of him. Her recent encounter with Mortem's favorite plaything had left a pit in the depths of her. Dark intentions had begun to plague her and she was curious to see what his opinion would be of her plans. Irregardless of what he though, he would not change her mind.
"Hello clown king," she greeted as she remained just outside of his line of sight. "Miss me?"
Her appearance had changed quite a bit since they'd last met. Though her wings were still not yet strong enough to carry her wemight, her horns were almost completely formed. Eight horns in total had broke through the flesh of her skull, curving backwards in an ominous fashion. Likewise, her wings were equally impressive. Rough edges and sharp points decorated the leather of them, the black sheen darkly evil against the bay of her coat. She was indeed everything that he'd hoped she'd become. A demon queen through and through.
@[Modicum Mortem]