Although the vindictive phantom had not seen head or tail of her wayward sibling since the defeat of her feeble nemesis, the thought of the porcelain heathen had never strayed far from her diseased mind. She pitied his dynamic nature and cursed the sable brat that had impregnated his mind with false affection, wanting to loathe him for being so easy to persuade yet unable to due to the unbreakable relations that bound her to him. He was misfortunately misguided in every aspect of life at the mercy of Devya, and despite the fact that he had not called upon his sister for guidance and aid, the wraith had every intention of providing it for him ? whether he pleaded upon his knees against her intrusion or not, he would receive it when the time was right.
The current moment, however, did not urge for immediate action against her sibling, but rather for interaction among Isardis? minions. She had been informally introduced to the masses as a promoted Overseer during Glaciem?s gathering, but aside from that, the youthful Amazonian had failed to individually encounter either of its members. In order to exceed as a higher-tiered member within Glaciem?s hierarchy, the wraith had become aware that alliances within the pack would need to be crafted ? preferably with the select few that shared the blood of the reigning duo. Connections were imperative with ambitions as high as the phantom?s, and she had every intention of developing those relationships with prestige as her main motive and companionship as a consolation.
It would appear to the wraith that she would not have to journey far in order for others to locate her as the pristine physique of a woman captivated her attention, unknowingly settling into the patch of forest the Overseer occupied before tipping back her skull to release an angelic summon for interaction. Briefly, a smirk would flicker across the babe?s countenance as she scrutinized the goddess from her perch atop a fallen tree, mentally deciding that the woman was worth her time by her sculpted musculature that screeched of undeniable power. ?Look no further,? the adolescent rasped towards the unknown, the amusement dissipating from her visage in favor of its typical indifference. Sliding down from the rugged bark of her chosen roost, the phantom child dipped her muzzle in greeting before voicing her given moniker with an air of confidence: ?Artemis Elysius ? pleasure.?
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