From a distance she watched the wicked, devilish and villainous whore enter her home, perhaps she should be searching for chains to wrap around the bitch's neck. It would give her joy to see the tramp chained up in a pen somewhere like the animal Arah knew her to be. Anger and distrust surged through her, yet she kept up an impassive mask. It did not matter that she blended in with the shadows for now, the distance cloaking her in it's protective darkness. Never again would weakness be displayed in front of the intruder, only pride and confidence. Never agin would she loose her daughters to the cruel grasp that belonged to the bitch from hell. Wynter watched from above, circling the pair before returning to her mistress' side, blue orbs gazed up in distress. Worry for her reaction mayhaps?

Moving silently through the darkness with the snowy griffin at her side, the doe did not turn her back on the two new comers that had entered The Basin. Being careful to make sure no sound carried over to the abominable creature that walked beside one that she now owed a thousand favours too for presenting her with such opportunities. Wnyter brushed against her legs again, a clear question rang through the bond...'when are we going to confront her?' "Go gairid, ceann milis, go luath ." Soon, sweet one, soon. They trailed throughout the the comforting darkness, following the progenitor of madness, lunacy and hysteria.

The beautiful Queen of The Basin approached the mare and her prisoner, the doe smiled in contentment. As she made a move to approach them, Wynter suddenly snapped her beak in apparent anxiety. The white griffon turned, spreading her wings and taking flight almost immediately. The doe found herself trapped, unsure of what to do. Yet her faith { or rather trust in Wynter's superior hearing } caused Arah to glance back over at the group one last time before she followed the griffon away from the party that had gathered.

After walking calmly a short way they came back to where Hotaru had entered with her prisoner...there was no one else around, silence pressed into the doe's ears. Watching as the griffin caught the scent of whatever had caused her so much bother, Arah waited as patiently as possible. Finally, Wynter looked back over in the direction that the apparent queen had been lead away in; frustration painted the features of her companion. "Wynter. What is it?" The sharpness of Arah tone and her choice of not using celtic caught the griffon's attention quickly enough. Yet Wynter did not share her memories of suspicions, picking up the pace the little brat ignored her mistress' attention focussing on something else instead.

"Wynter." The demand was clear this time. A new scent blew through the wind and Wynter gave her a pointed look. A companion. Without another word the mistress and bonded began to make their way back towards where the party of three had gathered...well the party for four she supposed.

Approaching from a distance, Arah did not feel any effects of the hallucination created by the pest at the hooves of the wicked. Coming to a stop before the broken queen, the doe proudly studied the ruined creature before her. A ruined wet dog emerged from behind her masters, she needed to lick her wounds, instead she hid behind harsh words and menacing stares. Elegantly she turned to first acknowledge her Queen { the only true Queen for miles around } and the one who had brought the whore. "My Lady and Miss Hotaru" Nodding to them both it was a moment before she stared, slightly curious, past them. The Impersonator stood before the horrid creature now, crowned in ice, cloaked in the iconic mane and tail. They tumbled softly to the ground in gentle waves, gathering beneath her; her golden orbs burned with concealed fury. At the words that possibly held an empty promise, a angelic smile cured the corners of the doe's chops. The voice of the demoness was smooth, slick and sickening. "I seem to remember promising you the Basin's fury." Her tones are haughty naught, more impassive, indifferent and cool; the mask did not slip, it concealed the anger within the princess of memories. A son who had fallen to death, a group that had shattered and crumbled into silent ruin and now they were withholding her very freedom for her. The dog who claimed to bow to no master had forgotten the forces that she couldn't control. They, however, had hastened to reminded her who really was the bird at the top of the tree. "At least now we know the weight my words hold." The tilt of the corner of her lips faded and Arah stepped back allowing her Queen to once again take charge, seize control.

[Been a while since I've posted anything, please excuse the crappyness while I get back onto the swing of things!]