edit: forgot to mention this was set immediately after her fight with sib.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? the adrenaline has ebbed away from her veins, forcing the elysius deity to finally register the intensity of her wounds as they weep tears of sanguine, the dull ache of her muscles growing prominent with every stride taken. victory is the sweetest taste upon a sinful tongue, the trophy of her latest conquest suspended betwixt bloodied jaws and the influx of self-confidence evident in her immaculate carriage. while lackadaisical, her saunter possesses its typical foreboding execution -- skull swaying, pendulum-like, and cradled defensively between rolled shoulders as she prowls like the predator she was destined to become. the entirety of her serpentine spinal column is positioned in perfect alignment as she writhes through the labyrinth of foliage that composes her enigmatic surroundings, mismatched violet and metallic gaze narrowed with irritation as she wallows in the destructive thoughts of her current { and unfulfilled } mission. the phantom queen wastes no time as she approaches her destination, decadent jaws unhinging to discard the russet pawn?s gored eye { the prize she will mount adjacent to her former victim?s decaying skull } a ways away from the edge of the river she intends to cleanse herself within. ensuring that her trophy is well concealed within the elongated grasses to avoid being snatched by subservient scavengers, the pallid tyrant teases the water with bloodied digits before plunging herself into its depths, the various and fresh lacerations to her battered form stinging as they greet the chill of water. and yet, the retired queen refuses to flinch despite the faint pang, fervent pupils fixated upon the waters she wades within as a mesmerizing web of red expands from her body and taints the otherwise crystalline water, serving as a rather sinister sight.

The pain in her carpus was now canvasing up her radius, sending a slight chill along her spine in effort to subdue the agony that twitched endlessly within her ankle. Little lacerated flesh to where the masculine had laid down his crucifixion, although their was either a winner or loser of that fight he too did not go untouched from that battlefield. The dame did quite enough damage to his shoulder and maybe even his spine, but who could really predict such a thing? Still, she was not done with the brute, there will come a time when she will declare maul on him, but until then her wounds will need to mend themselves back to the way they used to be. Impulsive little appendages threatening to shred any who dare strip her from her rank. Coming forth upon a creek, one in which was stained with some kind of destruction. Blood lapping at her already crimson painted phalanges, at the sight of these marvelous colorings Sinister would bent down to run her pink tongue over the red goo. She could taste a mingle of two persons, both were looking for revenge and victory and surely one had made their mark and took what was rightfully theirs. It was then that she'd bathe her vessel in the bristling waves that took it into their hands to strip her from the magnificent blanket of rich scarlet fondue. Yet as the force of the rippling waters tugged at the wound on her ankle a slight pang rode up her left leg, her shoulder wasn't touched yet but she'd decide to savor that for later on by touching it up with her own saliva. With the refreshing fountain circling around her, the pain would finally subside and Sinister would wade further into the waters. Noting a unsteady essence near her own, give or take only a couple feet away though no where in sight at the moment. Even so, the goddess kept her walls raised high in effort to keep out whatever omen came. "Speech"