The endless night could be returning, shadows and demons lurked behind every corner. Terror leaked into the souls of the innocents and yet The Mistress of bloodied and boiled dreams cared nought. Her personal innocence was beyond saving, she had committed crimes, sealed deals with devils and lied with whores and maidens alike. The world was a place were one was condemned to spend their days muttering about how unfair it was. Whisper to others about how horribly they were treated, the hearers of the whispers may agree but in reality they didn't care. They laughed at your misfortune and gloried in their own joys. It was a hard truth that the golden beauty had learnt at a very young age. Quietly she explores the new world that she had to call home, delicate steps carry her emaciated frame through the winding and confusing caves. Blood drips from her browned maw, the stream was gentle and light, she could easily be followed. It had been a while since The Vermillion Queen had killed another equine creature. She would welcome a decent fight, if anyone was stupid enough to track her then let them come. She would make quick work of them. "Pride is a deadly threat," her father reminded her, tossing her head, The Empress walked through him. His body rippled and collapsed into nothing...dispersing into nothing more than the air that she breathed. "I'm an Empress now, I don't need you anymore father." A lie.

Nosies travel back to her pointed golden ears and blue orbs turn in their sockets. It seemed that the gods saw it fit for Eris to have a play-thing for a while. The Empress did so love to play games. Moving forward she crept through the light and lurked in the shadows. Finally she spotted the one who was making all the noise, a sigh traveled down her nose. He would not play her game...not unless she commanded it. Steps echoed across the cave, the water did little to muffle her approach, but she didn't really want to remain concealed any longer. Her slim body paused on the ledge that stood above the bathing and mad stallion. Eyes narrowed in doubt, admittedly he did not need to be leading now that she was back but he did not have the knowledge of her return...yet. Turning, the wraith descended down to the level of the pool. When she reached the bottom, The Empress paused and studied Oxy, the water running in streams off his body, the liquid rippling and splashing with each movement that he made. Stopping at the edge of the pool, The Golden Queen simply waited. Not feeling the need to announce her return, he would notice her in his own time and in the mean time she would simply stand aside and enjoy the show that he was putting on.