Overhead the moon shone brightly, though the moonlight that was cast over the land was pale and left an ethereal glow on everything it touched. Kou's pale head lifted and she gazed up at the moon, a look of indifference on her face. She had been a follower of the Moon Goddess when she'd first came to Helovia and joined the Plague under Mauja's invitation. Now she felt jealousy and contempt for the goddess. She had all the power she could ever want, had beauty that could scarcely be measured and still she toyed with the mortals who looked up to her. Stole the affections, if only for a night, of her doctor and spit out a child only to abandon it.

She should have been angry with d'Artagnan for falling for the Goddess' wiles, but Kou had come to accept that, above all, d'Artagnan was a stallion and as such had needs that needed to be satiated. Well now she kept him thoroughly satisfied, though it was at the expense of her once girlish figure. Good, more good than she could have ever hoped for, had come from the loss of that figure. The pale nurse had given birth to two beautiful fillies, both of whom would grow strong under the protection and guidance of the Plague. Their futures were bright and would only become brighter when the time finally came to seize the whole of Helovia.

Maybe she was getting a little ahead of herself. As of late she'd heard of little movement within the Plague, but she had been preoccupied with other matters.

As the pale mare looked down from the moon a smile curled the corners of her mouth. Being preoccupied with d'Artagnan was something she rather enjoyed. Her gaze swept over her already swelling sides and she giggled softly. Who would have thought that her desire for more responsibility in the Plague would have led to a love affair and two foals and counting? Soon her doctor would have an army of his own.

"A bit late for a walk, wouldn't you say, my dear?"

"Perhaps." Kou answered without turning her head toward her leader. "But the night is quiet while the herd sleeps. A far cry from the noise of the day." Finally her head turned toward the Crux and another smile creased her lips. "You enjoy the silence, don't you Psyche?" She asked the older mare, but she already assumed to know the answer. Psyche had always struck her as a loner and that opinion had been solidified when she'd abandoned their herd and the Plague after giving birth to her awfully spoiled child.

Her face brightened when she noticed the speck of red glowing against the dark backdrop. "Aramis." She crooned to the hellhound pup, knowing that her love would follow quickly behind his companion. She was proven right as the body of her doctor melted out of the darkness and took its place beside her. Her pale head turned away from Psyche as she quickly turned her attention to her doctor, her muzzle bumping against his.

"You've worked your magic again, doctor." The nurse said lightly before indicating her swelling sides. "Maybe this time I'll give you a son." She laughed quietly then looked to Psyche once more. "Anymore children in your future?" She asked her leader curiously. Surely she wanted to contribute once again to a new, strong generation. Pale ears tilted forward as she continued to look at the Crux.