Her plagues will come
all at once as her mourners watch her burn

I felt the soft earth beneath my paws, cushioning their rough and worn pads. With each powerful stride my cream colored pillars bring my white body only that much closer to the beautiful lands of Malignant Felicity. Through the intertwining trees, around the stones splattered in old blood, around twist and turns. A venomous smile stretches across my ebon lips when the sent of lingering death crosses my nares, how absolutely delightful! The laughter in my silver gazers is apparent to all but I know not to taint my luck with overconfidence. With a joyful flick of my tail I sent a calling melody into the air waiting for the magnificent Queens to come. Yes this would be an eventful evening indeed.

The Sweetest of Harlots
Asirai
Fully Grown. Loveless. Vagrant.

She's a cage for every unclean spirit.
Every filthy bird will come to nest
in her tangled weave of lies
careful for she will make us drink the poisoned wine!