Sylva was hers now, just as much as it had once been Modicum Mortem’s. As his queen she had risen to darker heights, relishing in the taste of blood and the sound of their enemies’ screams. For too long she had wandered aimlessly through life, unsure of her path or where it would lead her. Now, however, she was assured that she was exactly who she was meant to be. Surrounded by those willing to do her bidding she was presented with an unusual opportunity. One that she did not intend to pass up. It was in that spirit that she had set off in search of one who served the darkness just as fiercely as she did.
She’d encountered Maugim only once before. The green and white stallion had been compiled of pure instinctual blood lust. A talent not given to many others. It would have been impressive to find any who would not fear the stallion. He was not driven by the ordinarily trivial things and she sensed that he truly enjoyed the terror he inflicted. He was a rarity among them and she was elated to have use of him.
It wasn’t often that she sought out the other inhabitants of Sylva. Contentedly she observed from the shadows, allowing them to approach her with their dark plans and intentions. It brought her pride to watch as the darkness she admired so much engulfed their home. The autumnal land, once so bright and so pure, had taken on an ethereal beauty. Lust and revenge festered there, begging to be satisfied.
It was easy to spot the lavender tinted stallion. He always lingered at the edge of one body of water or another. Emerging from the treeline she smiled by way of greeting, her aura rushing hungrily forward to embrace the Sylvan. The afternoon sun cast a haze atop the surface of the pond, it’s ripples dancing melodically upon the banks.
“Maugrim,” she said simply with a slight nod of her head. “I trust that you have news for me in regards to your little…errand?”
@[Maugrim] as promised
