Heron Lake Plateau eye of wrath

He lingered behind like a specter: to be seen, but never heard. His choice to follow the sisters -- obedient to their every whim -- had not been a choice taken lightly. There was opportunity in all of this. The chance to spread the word of Molech and expand his influence over these heathen lands was a powerful call. One Ar-Khalba answered with haste and resolute devotion. To serve his God and to serve these women, it was his birthright. An honor in itself.

Having come to rest a distance away as to not impede the priestesses with his presence, it was a change in the air the stirred him. A call to duty. He rose his paws and weaved though these foreign trees of the plateau, called forth by the will of Molech. Eventually, he came upon the sister and was awash in her scent. Approaching with head bowed, Khalba kept his ears splayed down agains his skull as a sign of deference. Such was his place among the Malkaria. 

With another slow and wanting step forward, a whine passed Khalba's lips.