Dawn of Gods

The domineering familiarity of his summons inspired her to abandon the relentless hunt for their traitorous sibling ( however momentarily ), extracting the titan from her ardent post as she willingly adhered to the call, immensely intrigued. Day by day, it became more and more apparent to the Elysius tyrant that her broken family was destined for reunion; only recently had she encountered her youthful sister ( little dove ) and now she was wont to unite with her little hellion--her little Cerberus. However, it was not only the urgency of his beckon and his unsuspecting return that greatly bemused the paladin, but from where it had emanated from that truly captivated her attention. The epicenter of his call undoubtedly resided within the forest of his birth--a forest that had been ransacked and seized by a silver usurper that had practically risen to power with little to no effort, as opposed to the true conquerer that yet again found herself gliding past pack boundaries and through the perpetual fog that encumbered her once-domain.



In spite of her bold actions, the phantom deity was no fool--she knew that the former Elysium members would not take kindly to trespassers, no matter what surname they bore. Thus, her defenses would begin to slip into place as the mist swallowed her pallid figure--skull and tail descending from their regal position to form a perfect line with the remainder of her spinal column while her abdomen tensed to tighten her core and her hackles bristled along the base of her neck and spine. Cryptic gaze narrowed ( though she remained a vigilant predator ) and triangular ears sewed against the contours of her lowered crown, lower jaw falling slack to press lightly against the curvature of her neck while her velveteen lips peeled back to expose the favored artillery of war. Prepared minimally for potential combat ( for the time being ), the tyrant navigated easily towards the source of her interest--now dominated by the familiar pitch of wailing banshees to simulate the start of battle and the endangerment of her siblings. Pace noticeably hastened as she laid waste to the distance between she and the gory gathering, taking care to obscure the sound of her footfalls as she intended to approach from the rear of the silver usurper, a silent assailant eager to destroy.



And yet, any potential for goring the dregs that dared to scathe her inexperienced siblings would be put on hold as the titan attempted to halt adjacent to the silver queen, focus residing partially upon the woman to her right and partially upon the havoc unfolding before her. A rage unlike any other she had ever experienced seared through her veins as her pupils ravaged the scene, disdain clouding her judgment as she considered the stakes--did it take three experienced soldiers to take on two inexperienced Elysius adolescents? The paladin could have scoffed; yet her composure was impeccable as she played the role of a silent spectator, expressionless and motionless despite the fury that wracked her. After a prolonged moment of examination, the wraith stirred briefly, shifting her weight towards her own right as she attempted to lean closely into her counterpart, gaze still fixated upon the fight. "If they do not release my siblings, I will start calling for their heads." Her words were soft and monotonous, as if discussing the weather, and yet, the threat was present--tangible as it swarmed in the air around them. Skull rotated to face the sovereign, mismatched gaze straying from her outnumbered siblings as she sought to briefly interlock it upon Cataleya's own so that the queen understood the sincerity of her words. Without waiting for a response, the paladin diverted her pupils back to the main event, senses still trained upon the temptress beside her.