She lounged lazily in the shade, dusk settling over the land. Night would soon be upon her. Lips curled into a devilish grin. Things were about to change for Alacritis. Things were about to get a whole lot worse. The rage that iced her veins was a constant presence that lay quietly just beneath the surface, just waiting for the moment to strike. She had left the meeting at Abaven with a plan, a plan that she would soon put into action, but first she needed to find Kylar again. She needed his help, as much as she hated to admit it. She would need his help in bring down those who thought they could stand up against her.
Tail twitched in anticipation. Eyes danced with merciless delight. They could not be rid of her so easily. As she lay on her side, a cool breeze toying with her pelt, she allowed the silence to envelope her, to whisper sweet nothings to her. Her mind churned restlessly. Her reign of terror did not come to an end until she said so.
