The novelty of her new crown was slowly beginning to wane as duty and responsibility stepped in. She was no longer a dagger to be used when needed and instead she had risen to master. The power she craved, the attention less so, if she could be ruler of nothing but shadow she would jump onto the opportunity in a heartbeat. Alas, she was had claimed her former monarch’s title of Czarina and all of a sudden the world seemed to fall much easier to her feet. Her bodice prickled in excitement now and then, though she knew democracy to be better in practise, her heart viscously grasped the reins that had been thrust before her and she stalked the earth with a growing air of confidence. Time in this light was often short lived; only the relentless and honoured could outlast the ups and downs of running a herd. She wondered if she could manage to be something great.

There was something much more important pressing on her mind, however, as her dark brooding eyes bored into the image before her. Four Gods, immortal beings, stood before a dead corpse whilst the stench of rot and foreboding drifted around like a dense fog that rolled in on a rotten night. The mare who had met her maker looked as if she’d been dead for a while, the stages of decomposition where already clear on her carcass save for the few stray black hairs that seemed to draw ones attention. Ghost found herself agreeing with the words of the Moon which left a sly looking grin on her dark lips as the Earth, her patron Lord, began his own little speech into the task before them. A mystery to solve!

Ghost could feel excitement in her bones! She felt no feelings of revenge for the dead mare that littered the floor, but the prospect of finding her murderer just to solve the crime made her heart quiver quite a bit. Others appeared to mulling over this and some were already on the ball, forming groups or speaking with friends. The Cadaverous thought for a moment, she had not many acquaintances to call upon, but one did not need to know those she worked with in order to succeed. Perhaps she would find her General and the Earth Medic, a warrior whose experience might be handy and a healer who could identify medical issues should the need arise. Maybe others would join too.

The Unorthodox Four
- Ghost
- Kiara
- Vadim
- Rostislav