azrael
▻ svarga (x azrael) ◅
She stood, hovering over the golden child that she had birthed hours before, letting him nap off milk and colostrum from his first nursing. It had been sore, that first suckle, but somehow she was relieved to feel the tightness relieved. He was strong like his father, already. Svarga, she’d named him. The place where all holy beings of power dwelled - the equivalent of heaven, in some respect, and utopia in others. She looks back and behind her, admiring what had been given to her, made by her, and she felt contentment.
The call that comes rouses her interest, but she was not interested to go in search of it so soon after Svarga had fallen asleep. She looks over to where Tazi stood, nodding to his adopted brother for a moment as she shook herself and left her children behind.
She arrives to a face she does not know, but she has a suspicion of who it might be after hearing word that Siren had stepped down from the Crown. It had seemed right, that a trouble brewer would give way to the family of those she’d wronged. It was the most reasonable means of stemming the potential dangers. Sarira hoped that this owner was less of a risk and more of a boon to those who chose Paradise or the Paradise Sanctuary as their destination.
The youth she finds doesn’t inspire the level of initial note, but she is beautiful and that is power of its own kind. "I am Sarira. Who calls?" She stands there, rich browns and blacks with a chin of white - a direct opposite of her Chosen, all creams and coffee tans. A definite difference from her golden son she’d left with his equally bright adopted brother. "Do you seek me or my Sanctuary?"
PRIESTESS OF PARADISE’S SANCTUARY
▻ mare - bhimthadi - sooty bay tobiano sabino - 15.0 hh ◅