It was not a secret to the Darkbringer that Matianak had clung to the edges of Glorall near the border of Diveen. The pair were seemingly in a constant state of circling one another, some sort of familial gravitational pull that bound them togehter. Of all his siblings, she was the most like him. Umbra was reminiscent of Natiya in her blind obedience to their father. Natiya was quiet, somber, even if she was very malleable. Matianak had her own mind full of devious ambitions and a sort of darkness that coiled at each touch of her paws upon the earth. If she had joined in him in Iromar, Thorne was certain the pair could wreak quite a bit of havoc on the world. But she was not as flamboyant as he was in life: where he scolded the world brazenly, she moved from the shadows, cutting strings, luring children. A siren on the land, hiding wicked sharp teeth and a poisoned mind.

Blackthorne made her wait.

He skirted north then west towards the borders of Taviora where he had counsel with Zelda. The time in doing so meant that night had fallen by the time he left and the rage burning within him began to falter a bit. It would re-emerge when he allowed it. For now, he had other meetings to attend. Plans to make. All that interesting jazz.

He heads southeast towards Iromar in the dead of night, obsidian legs stalking across the land with purpose. A dare in the cock of his head, the thrust of a shoulder. Attack me, he whispers at the night with his movements. I dare you. But none do. He glides as a panther, full of grace and power, a slant to his eyes revealing his eagerness for blood. It is not a surprise when he scents her before he sees her: Matianak. She waits patiently at the entrance of a cave with a coy smile on her lips and he strides towards her smoothly, directs himself towards her side, then turns and sits side by side with her, facing out at the world.

"I sensed you were waiting earlier but I had business to discuss," he says coolly, charcoal eyes sliding towards her. "You seem particularly pleased, sister. What is it that churns in your mind?"