mazikeen

azikeen's most recent encounter with Lucifer had been unexpected, yet not wholly unpleasant. Countless months of thinly veiled flirting had culminated in a most intense coupling, leaving the spotted queen more sated and at ease than she had felt since departing the Cove. Whether or not their union would bear fruit remained to be seen. Though Mazikeen was not entirely thrilled at the prospect of yet another pregnancy, she could not deny that being in possession of one of Lucifer's children could be of great value later on. If their offspring was anywhere near as strong or hot headed or ambitious as both their parents, they would make a fine heir indeed.

Mazikeen ambled without aim through the Desert, letting her lean legs carry her where they may while her mind wandered. A persistent thought wriggled at the back of her mind, insisting she strike out for the shores of the Crossing again. But with Kohelet and Solzeren safely within her grasp, she found herself less inclined to make such a journey. It seemed far more appealing to lie in wait, to let unsuspecting souls wander of their own accord into her home before she staked her claim upon them. And as her power and her claim upon the arid territory grew, she knew that so too would her reputation across the islands. Soon, her name would be known from Salem to Tinuvel and every place in between - of that she would make sure.

Mazikeen's wayward limbs carried her all the way to the oasis, its crystalline surface rippling beneath the gentle caress of the wind and reflecting the noontime sun like a mirror. Huffing a breath, the spotted queen came to a halt at its edge, letting the cool water lap at the blunt edges of her hooves. She made no move to lower her head and touch her lips to the water's surface, instead staring out at the rippling horizon while her thoughts continued to swirl ceaselessly.