She is the ghoul that haunts the deserts of the west, a goddess in the swirling sands. Amongst such wastes comes burgeoning oases of life. Most unfortunate for the queen of the moon, such oases lie under claim of those who would shed blood for their throne, yet some hadn't bled for their throne quite yet. Just at the borders of the flat plains lightly danced a queen, an archer in the distance, amethysts seeking one to shoot down and approach. Unbenknowst to her, she was about to encounter one of the many evil delicacies Alacritia had to offer, especially one that could possibly take her for another... more dangerous foe. "Bellissimi prati nella notte, rugiada sulle lame, sangue nel terreno. Luna nel cielo, salendo a ci? che ? allora e di oggi." The beautiful howl washed in foreign language and accents vibrated through the night, tempo rising in summons for the queen of these lands. It simply depended on whose queen would arrive to the sound, and perhaps she could have the luxury of a new ally, but not a new member. The moon-carressed woman simply made alliances and readied herself for her own reign to take hold.
