It was almost comical how she had changed after her bizarre meeting with Crowley.

It had been a... Strange experience, to put it rather bluntly, and the Brindled Devil honestly wasn't too sure what to make of the situation. Whatever was ailing her father was something beyond her skills to heal, not that she was a healer in the first place, but she had basic knowledge on one's body. Being a soldier required such knowledge in field medicines. It had seemed like Crowley's mind had receded into that of a frightened, paranoid colt, hiding from undulating waves of the ocean and jumping at shadows, nothing like the calculating, contemplative, rational stallion that she remembered as a filly.

He hadn't even recognized her, and that had hurt Rhiannon's spirit immensely, but her pride wouldn't allow such trivial emotions to be said out loud.

Leaving the Endless Blue, the Brindled Devil had returned to the land of her birth, the land of which she served both body and soul, prowling the land with gnashing teeth and annoyed flicks of her frosted tail in worrisome thought. Whatever ailed her father was driving her insane, because she couldn't fathom or place a hoof upon what he was suffering from to make him act so... So different and newfangled, so unsound of the mind and sick in the head. Perhaps she could seek out their loyal Haruspex, Zikar-Sin, and inquire if he would know... The Haruspex was, after all, a smart fellow, if not a little peculiar from what she could remember of him during her youth...

No matter. That was something for another time.

Even though she was perturbed from her meeting with Talbot and Crowley, simply seeing them and knowing that they were alive filled her breast with such joy, such relief that it was almost tangible, palpable, and the demons that wrought her mind and stole her soul were finally resting. Rarely would her mind stay quiet, without voices demanding her to move, to act, to drink and savor the blood of lesser-species, of her enemies, and it was a relief to finally be able to hear herself think.

"Ah... Perfect." A breath of sensual pleasure left Rhiannon's dark lips as she sashayed into the steaming pools of the hot springs, enjoying the warmth that seeped into her fatigued bones and exhausted musculature. It was a pleasant respite from the long journey from the Ocean, the warm waters doing wonders to soothe the knots of concern, worry, and stress from the mare's impressive muscles. Lowering her head, twisted horns pointed askew, Rhiannon lipped at the water with her muzzle, shifting in bliss as the water caressed her breast, the sides of her barrel, and dampened the long strands of her mane and tail that floated in the warm water. She was quite the sight to behold; beautiful, lithe, deadly, firm muscles glistening from the warm waters of the hot springs, eyes of molten gold and icy, detached silver dull with pleasure, furled and matted mane and tail hanging about her frame like a veil of darkness...

Whatever was driving Crowley mad, Rhiannon would find out... But first, she needed a moment of respite, of relaxation, lest the demons awaken in her mind and demand her to hunt, to prey, to kill.

@[Sekhmet]