j - we can make the world stop

The beast that appeared was not at all what she had imagined; she pictured some hybrid creature of unearthly beauty. But the masked wraith that ghosts towards her grants imagery of wickedness; a crone of sorts, with an ethereal strangeness permeating her entire countenance. She makes no efforts toward courtesy, and abruptly pushes herself into Akantha's space.

A thrill of something bordering on unease races down her spine, lifting hairs as her skin prickles, but she does not pull back her lips in a warning. She tucks her tail and lowers her head with a plaintive whine, even going as far as to stick her muzzle out in an attempt to lick submissively at Caiaphas' chin. Whoever this was, she carried herself as her sister did, and that alone demanded the Amazon's respect.

"There was a vision, but the only thing my mind is able to conjure now is darkness. It led me astray, and I drowned in it. The blessed Mother gave me the strength to find this place again." She murmurs, ears lowered in shame. "I'm sorry."