When night swept in, the spotted mare was relieved to a home stretch of who she once was could be still around. At one point in her life, she belonged to the night and worked as a slave as her mother was to the earth. No, they were not gods, nor where they magical. They just belonged to a nonliving thing that enslaved them to work that didn't have the power to do things. And enternal night was bringing her close to home.
It wasn't as if she had just forgotten home. Onsoun was still Dad, Saffiatta Hecate was still Saf because she could never call her Mom, and her siblings were still her siblings. She just dropped everything one day, and took off to escape Kanai. And Sol followed. The golden stallion was her lifeline like Onsoun and Myrsk were to her, and when she found herself without everyone, there was Ignita and Faelon there. Soon after, there was Sikeax.
Sikeax was unexpected, but she still loved her only daughter, and found herself happy to be near her child. The pregnancy played hell upon her, and her body still ached and complained. Walking through the fog in just the black, lacking the Moon and the stars as her ever faithful companions to the sky being gone, there wasn't much she was comfortable with here. Up ahead was the Heavenly Fields, a place she could just sit back and relax at. As she broke through the fog, there was the first thing that was making this current thing with the sky weird.
The fucking tree's glowed.
She groaned at the sight of the tree, a few words falling out of her mother at the process. "Damn tree. If you kick it, does it go out like a lightbulb?" It brought a short laugh to her, her pale blue eyes searching over the area for other movement. No, Adrixaura wasn't scared. She wasn't fearful of the fact that there were other creatures in this time of night other than her. Hell, she cherished the night. Why was she to be fearful in the time that she cherished?
A voice burst out from the landscape, a figure stood from around the tree. The mare laughed at the harsh words that fell flat. She'd find something worse this soul. "Oh shut up you damned feathered freak. Silencing won't get you anywhere, just gets me angrier at you and I might as well silence both of us." It's her common attitude returning the night sky in reverse mare, and as the golden light from the tree fell upon her white body, she noticed the situation extended a bit further when the smell was like Assassin, and who knew what scum had been brought into the group while Knox had her imprisoned.
"Adrixaura. Assassin."
Her introduction was just short, unlike the hateful ones she was known to the dish out normally. This mare was an Assassin, and though she could live a careless about anyone except herself and the ones lucky enough for her to give even a thought about, this one was one of her own. Right now, she was gonna make the impression everyone needed on her.
The Devil's Advocate will use in everyway. You are a pawn for her to manipulate, to tweek, to use as she pleases. Get the name right, and feel her fury, know her strength, and watch your own weaknesses where you ever you step.