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The white wraith moved among the trees, silent as a ghost, keeping to the shadows as the sun shone its final rays into the world. Despite the color of his coat, darkness was home. It felt better to walk along the dark mists, flitting nimbly between trees, enjoying the cool cloak of night.

The creature stalked through the gathering dusk, slim figure moving quickly toward the scent that had saved him. Beloved of Ma'at, the Promised Child of Karnak. Lestat was not one for sentimentality. She had literally plucked him from the hot sands, fed and watered him, and allowed his weakness to follow her. When he had regained his strength, he vowed to repay her.

He was still doing so, to this day. He let out a short howl, calling for the Egyptian Regent, pausing only for a moment before continuing onward. He would not stop until he found her.