Wheeling Gull Isle all hail king neptune

The howl tore past the quiet breath of wind, prematurely ending her hunt. A sand-encrusted lobe flicked, and she turned toward the way the sound came. So, the other had survived after all, had she? Not for long. Not if she had her way. Tiamat could only hope for this, having little patience with those whose ideas did not match her own. Nevermind the fact that she potentially sent the other to her death in keeping her here. The other was alive as it stood, after all.

Tiamat is soon upon the other, and gives her some measure of space. A revolted look blooms upon her face after a hearty sniff. The greyscale woman is sure the other knows why, but in case she did not, "You stink like the newly-dead," Tiamat became thoughtful at that, and withdraws somewhat; it is difficult to make her sharp, angled features soft, but she attempts to do so. "But it is clear in seeing you that you have lived through the night... Quite unlike me," here her eyes grow sharp, interested; Tiamat is a well-practiced woman in her craft of deception. She would have to be, to get by for so long on her lonesome. She feigns bitterness. "I had hoped to receive you here this day dead. The living don't often stay for long. Fear of mortality, and all of that." Tiamat snorted disdainfully. Of course, it wasn't for want of company that Tiamat thought of creating what she would. She was a hell-raiser before she was anything else, including a social recluse.