Chimera Fields You know you feel like dyin’

Indeed she had, and with the aging of her children and the earth aquiver, Hydra was even less enthused with the idea of newcomers. She had hoped that their scent would disperse, but it had not; those intending to take up residency within Neverwinter Forest had not thought to discuss such things with her. Only one of those scents seemed to be a permanent fixture; she wondered if they were the reasonable sort, or if she would need to resort to the use of her teeth. 

Whichever worked, she supposed. 

With a sigh, Hydra moved and continued her investigation of outer territories. She was never one to go too far, but she wished to report back to her mate her findings of other things. Who else felt the earth stir? What was their observation of the prey? Truth be told, though, she found her priority thought to be getting rid of any competitors she had not welcomed into her fold. Hydra had the mind to strengthen the bond of her new alliance in such a way, and as she journeyed she caught sought of the very man she thought of—as though her thought alone had conjured him. 

If only things worked that way; it was an amusing thought, though not one that caused her lips to upturn or any joy to be found on her features. The Queens stride was long as she approached him, her tail swaying as she greeted him with a: I hear congratulations are in order, her eyes flashing as she approached; there was no cheshire chat grin upon her features, but a genuinely pleased expression. Hydra was happy for his success; it meant she could begin her work, and they could find success in all they ever dreamt—

Chief of which, at present, seemed to be the annihilation of those that did not see it fit to find the Queen of this Wilderness and linger like some unholy and unwelcome poltergeist; ah, well, she would be the Priest to cast it out, then. If all was not well in these wilds, the fruits of them would be for Moonspear and the Nightwalkers alone.

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