The sun beat down on her back, the sure heat it was producing cut only by the swift and crisp wind that ushered in from the mountains around the lush green meadows and dark, contemplative forests of her home. The Lady was in thought after all that had come to her knowledge during the herd meeting, a subtle frown lingering on her features and body rigid and tense, head filled with unfounded worries for the missing Empress and an undulating, ceaseless contempt for her current situation in life. Not only was her reason for leading gone, her new partner couldn't have been any less appealing if a boulder had arrived in his place; her skin still crawled as if covered in thousands of fleas from being so close to him, so aroused by her own fiery passions to have insulted the merciless ebony man that had come to be called the Reaper among his peers and enemies alike.

Worst of her worries, more desperate than the bleeding of her heart or the anarchy raging against the state of politics in the Basin, was that her people - those people surrounding her even now - had seemed to be emotionless at the loss of a leader that Illynx had perceived to have been deserving of their respect. Never one to be self conscience, the new emotion rolling around within her was unsettling, made her feel anxious standing in the midst of the beautiful mountains where she had once felt entirely at peace and safe. They were all turn-cloaks, their knives hidden behind false smiles and loyalties - how could she trust a single one? Her eyes swept over them, her herd of perfect and horned dolls, and for the first time since rising to her place of power, she feared for her newfound sense of authority over them.

How might she win their love? Even more impossible considering that she cared very little for them beyond the affection a soldier may feel for his holster or hand gun, even before learning that they were owned by only themselves.

Unable to stand the droll afternoon any longer, the Lady gathered her muscles beneath her and sprang into an easy gallop, following her usual training path for such activities while attempting to force her brain to shut the hell up. Her lengthy tail sprawled out behind her, lifted by the air and wind that swept past her frame, her focus turning to the length of her strides, the power placed behind each muscle to propel her forward as swiftly as could be managed; anything to regain control over her aching heart, the riotous currents of her thoughts.

@[Deimos]