set immediately after devres birthing thread.
It is the presence of tension that baits her from her family?s confines, the looming threat of retaliation evident within the hostility of the dappled queen?s stance and metallic gaze--and ah, but the phantom is impervious to the silent promise of violence. She is sworn to a life of combat and enticed by the prospect of bloodshed; she is undeterred by mortals who believe themselves competent, and her crusade is to prove them otherwise. And to those whose desire it is to command her like a common pawn are those who unknowingly plead for a certain demise, and to those deficient dregs she must c r u s h with a ruthless fist -- especially those who attempt to shun her from her own kin?s proximities.
With an indifferent guise the wraith emerges from her brother?s crypt, abstract gaze engaged upon the dainty physique conveniently placed ahead of her -- presumably oblivious to the sinister intentions swarming beneath her stoic exterior. She has adhered to the sovereign?s demand without protest, though the reluctance is present in her lackadaisical stride as she writhes through the underbrush of the woman?s domain, consumed by cryptic silence -- an enigma to potential bystanders. She makes the journey with an aura of equivocation, and it is only once they breach the borders of the dappled wraith?s keep that the phantom seeks to halt in her saunter, purposefully lingering within the woman?s territory in hopes that the woman does not take immediate notice. Mismatched eyes narrow as her gaze hardens upon the sovereign, defenses settling into place as her brows knit together in feigned contemplation, briefly. ?Do queens b l e e d; I wonder,? she muses aloud, vocals lavished in poisonous intent as she attempts to fuel the flame of her adversary?s wrath.
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