Zain
The deed was done. He had observed from the perimeter of the mass. Watching with entertainment the spectacle that took place before his very eyes. The pain, the sorrow, the carnage. He reveled in every moment to a point of ecstasy. And when his moment came, he dug his fingers deep within the chestnut stallion and stole what little health he could find. Death comes to one as renewal finds another. Bits and pieces of his tattered body repair in that very moment.
Days passed after the green plume dissipated into the atmosphere. He hadn't thought much of it until a vision comes to him in his restless dreams. A sickness was spreading throughout their world and for his service he is immune to its effects.
When he awakes he finds the world around him in changed but very much the same. The wasteland, still barren of all flora, is a permanent piece on the map once again. Other sanctuaries have evolved, by the will of the faerie, to save their followers from the plague that has been released. He chuckles quietly, but his musings are interrupted by a demanding tone.
He snorts in irritation at the sound of a voice that is not his God. Who dare come to the risen land of hell and command them? Another voice enters his ears and it forces him from his still position. Raj has answered the call and it is only curiosity that brings him to find a tentacle covered mare before them.
Zain listens to Raj's opinion in the matter of claims and he nods to his transparent friend before commenting, "What right do you have in making such a claim to this land as being your domain? Did you rise her from the ocean depths? Did you spill your blood for her? Have you been gifted by the Dark God himself for your servitude?" He stands tall, awaiting her answers and withholding his judgement. He has done all of the things he has presented and would not consider anyone who has done less...
@[Yidhra] Just some drama for you
Possesses health transference
and may steal your health.