It was almost an irony to the bloody mistress that her, thick headed brute of a brother thought that they were even slightly connected. She laughed internally at this pathetic show of emotion, at least on his part. She was completely under Farant’s control; it had merely been an order that they stay together. It had occurred to Eerie that this lack of connection on her side might back fire someday, but she kept up her little “sister” façade. What was the use of breaking the act now? None. That was simple enough, she just had to make sure that Akranos didn’t completely blow her cover. As it was, his brawny, brainless self had almost blown them several times. Even if he had believed he had somehow minutely figured out how to cover himself—he was wrong. The brute she had for a brother had as much brains as a rock. Farant was the man she paid mind to. Honestly if her brother wasn’t her brother she probably would have killed him by now. She almost couldn’t stand being around him, she was just happy that he was too stupid to see through her fake act.

The rumble of laughter emitted by her brother echoed. Eerie turned sharply, her piercing glare staring right through him. Shut it. Don’t make me ask again. she hissed in his face. She couldn’t wait for the call from Farant. Maybe then she would escape her ties to Akranos. Her prayer was answered as Farant’s howl ripped through the air. A blood curdling smile crossing her features, even Akranos couldn’t tear away the inexplicable need to follow the sound from Eerie. Her onyx paws scoured the earth, her tall audits trained on the sound. And in the distance she saw the mountain reign tall in the distance. What a perfect rendezvous. the same evil smile haunting her features.

Her slithering figure weaved with ease through the land, the rocky climbs proved no new feat to her. She had committed the land of Blossom to her memory. Every rock, limb, and root so clear in her mind’s eye. As she slipped out of the cover of snow encased brush Farant’s frame came into view. Akranos had kept his pace until much closer to Farant. She had allowed him to arrive just before her, she was not one to be flashy. Farant, sir. Her voice is curt, but not commanding rather soft for her usual tone. Her frame dips to the ground similarly to Akranos, but much more graceful. Her chocolate pools come up to rest on her master. The assassin seductress was back under his control. At his mercy.