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Enough time had passed with no action, no whisper of the familiar scent that she had waited to come with her promise of terrible things. Surely, some negative had happened; members of her herd were missing, but that was all a part of a normal day in her life as she had come to know it. Too numerous were the enemies of her kin for there not to be mild disturbances in the stillness of the lake, she herself holding many to her name and quite aware that consequences would eventually come her way for all that she had broken and maimed. The same held true for her enemies, the Dragon Heart and her foolish Qian, the hornless smut wandering the earth, and the Skull Faced bitch that had ruined her hillside and fled into the night, no match for her even before the Lord of Storms had blessed her for her trials as a creature of darkness.

The days of being a soldier blindly groping for the guidance of others was over. The time for action had been born, and she had made her preparations to travel south in search of the woman who had begun to fester and ache within her chest the longer the golden wench had attempted to suppress her agitation with the stupid horse’s impudence.

First, she had told her corporals where she was going; it seemed only wise to tell her kin that she was off to wage battle against a known enemy to their people, so they could come look for her should she take too long to return. It was not that she had no faith in her ability to defeat the foolish Confutatis should they face each other alone; she simply had no faith in the notion that it would be such a fair contest, either.

Then, it was only a matter of making the walk.

She arrived to her favored battlefield, the blood toned flowers with their spine covered bodies decimated, for the most part, by the wraiths that had savaged the realm. She wonders for only a moment if she was part of the mayhem that overtook this place, but does not dwell on it long; after all, the memories were still vague, and too sharp for her to enjoy their presence.

Hoping that fate would do the rest of the planning for her, the Lady of the Basin squares her frame off and stares sharply across the horizon, voice shrewd and commanding as it shouts out a wretched name into the afternoon.

”Confutatis!” she beckons, ”Your Queen calls you!”

[ Setting: Thistle Meadow, mid-afternoon, mostly clear skies with a light breeze, ground is heavily saturated with partially melted snow and slush.

Hybridized System, 3 posts + closing defense. No time limits unless Wanda specifies them.

Stat + Rolls

OOC: You can go ahead and attack this next post or we can play a little bit first. <3 Either is fine by me. ]

intending to burn - pretending to fight it
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