{ooc: This is a questing post. I will post Keahi, then Viserys comes and then random event. After that, I would love to get at least one more post in, before you all come to slaughter her. Please respect my wish and I shall be forever grateful. Love, Cami <3}

Like a large cat, she prowls through the night, head hung low as the moonless night veils her in darkness. Slender limbs pick away at the ground before her at a rapid pace, accelerating to a canter, cloven hooves placed carefully to make the least amount of noise. Her shining coat is moist, droplets trailing behind her and clinging to her disheveled tresses. This is the time she has been waiting for, one final blow from the Lord of Light when it is least expected. Autumn has snuck its way upon the lands, her Heavenly Father losing His grip on Helovia. It saddens her, for she does not enjoy the sudden tinge of frost on the air, or the shortening of days that grows increasingly severe. But it also angers her, and that anger is what is driving her to do her deed. She knows it is not going to be easy, that there will be consequences, that she might get mauled by Mauja and his pets. A smile creeps upon her lips, for there is no fear in her heart. A divine quest has been put before her, and she would never think to turn down the Heart of Fire.

Stooping at the borders, she finds a patch of ash near some cliffs where the greenery has not yet regrown. As instructed, she descends to her knees and then to her side, rolling in the ashes thoroughly. Moments before, she has been bathing in a nearby stream, the icy waters gnawing to the bone and washing away her characteristic smell of sweet sweat. Now, the ashes with serves to camouflage her further, for with the smell of the lands on her, it is unlikely that it is scent that will give her away. The sheen to her coat is gone, replaced by the matte cakes of ash, clinging to her thin hide and painting her a dark grey instead of her usual onyx. Looking behind her, she snaps slightly at the pearlescent stallion that travels in her wake. “Hurry, before they catch your smell,” she demands. She knows that the sheer paleness of his coat will glow enough to give them away, so she is making him go through the same rituals. Oh Keahi knows he will not enjoy getting his pretty coat dirty, but it might be healthy for him to grime up a little. Might even look good on him.

Turning her attention from Viserys, her emerald orbs burn brightly as she searches for an appropriate spot. She has not yet crossed the border, but now she takes the first steps into enemy territory. The wounds on her hide are recently healed, but her scorn hasn’t healed one bit since the day she was attacked by the white wolf. Now she will get her vengeance. Halting by a patch of brown grass near the forest, pine-branches hanging out slightly, she sees that the bottom branches are still dry and brown. Here, the flames could feed; but where to go from here? Looking around her, she searches for anything that can possibly ignite, almost forgetting about Viserys in her excitement. Every fibre in her body is alert, adrenaline pumping harder for ever passing moment. This is it.