? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? it is the familiarity of the summons that extracts the former tyrant from the depths of her cryptic domain, curiosity left to fester beneath pallid flesh as she saunters through a labyrinth of underbrush on her makeshift path to the rightful armada queen. and with the commemoration of their previous encounter resurfacing within the chasms of her twisted mind, so the indignation over the avoided onslaught upon the pitiful covari empire rekindles within her bones -- overwhelming, vehement wrath how she still yearns to annihilate the scarlet coward that dare deride her mother! and her carmine beauty. though despite the vexation that newly plagues the elysius deity, indifference reigns superior over her mutilated countenance as she approaches her dearest ally, the only trace of recognition evident in the momentary warmth of her gaze.
?does she have a new target in mind?? the phantom queries, skull sloping slightly to her own right with feigned intrigue as the ghost of a simper touches frayed lips. and the elysius? mismatched gaze briefly scrutinizes the sovereign?s physique for fresh abrasions, knowing the woman to be so vain as to plot the destruction of one who so dared to spoil her conspicuous beauty; yet no scars prevail through the armada?s nubile exterior.
