Confutatis had acquired a number of impressive achievements throughout her life. She was an embodiment of war, a queen of trickery, a bringer of destruction, but not in the same way any longer, not in Helovia. Others were stripped of their magic coming into the Land of the Sun, but Lady Death, as she fashioned herself, was lucky enough to avoid such a shameful procedure- but the barrier had taken something else. Her battle prowess.

That had not stopped her before. Three times she had come to fight for a throne. Twice she had walked away. Once she had lost, to a medic.
It had stung bitterly, the lack of her combative ability, forced her to halt and re-evaluate hopes she had nourished and the nightmarish dreams she had coddled to her breast.

Until she met Tyradon.
Tyradon, who assuaged the fears in the cockles of her black heart which she ignored, always trying to tamp down on the weakness she was afraid would blossom like weeds if she did not crush them underfoot. It was the war-bringer, who had met her as equal under the cloak of the undead night, who walked to the caverns of the Underground with her, a place teeming with the scuttling of equines so like cockroaches, who made her at ease. The black stallion was who she first shared the plans and formulations she had slaved over for weeks and ages; and he, who best of all, agreed and shared in her passion for leadership and anarchy. As days came and melted by, timeless in the sunless world of the sanctuary, she came face-to-face with those she had put in her past, those who made her heartbeat quicken with rage and reckless fury.

Patience, she told herself, and she nursed the appetite for revenge as she had suckled Veil, a mother crooning over her firstborn child.
She waited, for the arrival of a mare who she had met long ago when the sun did not shine in a different sort of endless night. Here in the glittering, slick footing of the crystal world, she was confident in her ability to navigate the labyrinth she had carefully memorized.

Here the wolf was waiting for the perfect moment to strike at her unwary prey.

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Confutatis is challenging for Seele's freedom.
This is a stealth challenge, so I would enormously appreciate no spectator threads this time, particularly as Confutatis would not attack if there were other horses watching. Follows all regular challenge rules: 4 posts each, magic allowed, closing defense to first attacker.