Kintla Flatlands Tiptoeing through the tulips

She had begun to hunt, before the flicker of white danced across the corner of her eyes. At first, it was a common passerby of absolutly zero care on her mind, however, the itching feeling at the back of her head demanded she follow the other with piercing eyes further, and as she did, it clicked. Little did she have to do to connect the dots within her mind, the triggering scent of Burke and Malice among the fur of the stranger as she crept silently behind. The Silencer's fury went from 1 to 100 in 0.00000006 seconds. A snarl rippled through the silence of the forest as her hackles raised, every ridge along her back exposed as her entire being tensed; shuddering with the rage of a thousand curses. It seemed so long since Malice and Burke had even danced across her mind but yet the scent, the trigger, the burning itch left unsedated, brought back everything she had sated beneath all the other things she had since diverted her attention to. Narrowed eyes burned into the silver form of the traitor, and as it foolishly stopped it's course so near to the dark wood, the woman did not need to think twice before making her presence known.

  “I remember you,” The dark wraith slauntered through the undergrowth, parting the shadows in which she lived. Her voice was but a nightmare in a melody, as seething as it was serene. Nemesis would take her time with this one, impulse would get her nowhere in the presence of her fate. Within her mind, the plans of a reckoning was formulated in that very moment; the day when she would finally bring to justice the crimes against Meldresi's legacy inflicted by Burke and his failed reign. “You came unto our lands and left with them,” It did not need to be told who and what the woman spoke of, the violent tone behind her words were indication enough of the hate she still harbored for them and their kin. The obsession, however unhealthy, was the fire in which fueled every footstep she took, balancing on sheer rancor for the female's existence but also the utmost desire to see her brought down; it was for that very fact that Aeronwyn was not on the ground by then. 

Seconds of dead silence passed before her fire lit words met the wind once more. “So tell me, where have they run to?” Her inquiry of words was much a question as it was a threat. The dark woman would leave no chance to let the one opportunity of her returning the heads of Malice and Burke to the dark woods, simply wander away. No, this was her gift, her reward for returning Althaia to Mephala’s lands. She would do the same to Burke, Malice, and their bastard children and all those that lived in their rule.