Solstice was so close. She didn't doubt that someone would notice her presence. Silver paws pressed into the earth, pulling her across the dying grass. She had left her home behind for the afternoon, preferring the quiet joys of taunting her unspoken enemy. Her coral gaze swept before her, senses on high alert as she moved, waiting for all of Solstice to come bursting forth in outrage. But no one did. Instead, a sickeningly familiar stench would creep within the caverns of her nostrils. Interest piqued, she would slowly drift towards the fallen tyrant, unable to help herself. "You just can't stay away can you?" Soft lyrics would leave upturned lips with faint amusement. It seemed that no matter how many times her crown would fall to ashes, the pale wench just couldn't stay away from these lands. Idly she would wonder why? What could possibly hold the woman's interesting. Her behometh frame would come to a halt several feet away from the fallen queen, peering at her with vague interest. The smaller woman looked no different, scars marring her once flawless face. Her visage had becomes marred with the recent battles that had captured her attention and time. Though in the end each scar was simply a token of those who had fallen beneath their powerful grasp.
