Moonspear neresā

Though imperious as ever, Hydra seemed half-entrenched in a ferocity that did not have to do with the orders which she hissed; those that the stricken recieved with frigid nods of her own crown.

Heart dulled with dread delighted at mention of Mahler — features shifting only a fraction — and promptly dulled once more. His wolves and her own Court above all else ... yes, they must be warned. All, all; somehow, somehow.

Yet still; nowhere was safe for the children of her womb.

As she made away with Hydra to do as she bid, a sensation not unlike being coaxed from sands to seas made a mantle of itself upon the tattered fury upon her spine; simmering.

archiving! time to boogie ((8