The Tulani Queen was good maybe too good, or too blinded by her own hubris to understand that her dalliance with a Demon was in fact a bad idea. Oh, she had been conceived at Summer Solstice, so maybe her hellish father, had deceived the tulani and it had enraged her enough to be rid of her child. She could not say. She had been small barely more than a toddler when her mother discovered her abilities to call forth fiends. It had happened in the garden, and Morwen had lost control of herself, she had lashed out at her daughter, who had simply wanted to play with the puppies.
Hellhound, would have been more accurate.
She had called on the Righteous Lady, who had written out her name in a book, and it had been determined she was not fully Tulani. Her mother could not bring her to kill the tiny girl with the large prismatic colored eyes, and wine shaded curls. She had considered it but the way the little girl had reach out imploringly to her. She had almost taken her daughters hand, what would have happened if she had ?
Well, for one. She wouldn't be contemplating killing celestial as she was now. The Lord of Shadows. Well, Mask. If her memory served her, and it did. Though all her memories were fuzzy, what was real and what was dreamed. The maiden could not really say. "Well, I'd like to say you haven't met mine, but clearly you have." she offered as she tucked strands or wine red hair behind the delicate point of her ear. Her prismatic eyes turning to the wall, while her pale hand touched lightly, the stronger the pain the stronger the resistance runes. "She must have payed a kingdom's worth of gold to be rid of me." she said softly. "I have been told otherwise. Since I was small. The Righteous Woman, was one of those people who was simply blinded by her own greatness." she looked away, she still felt tired and painfully alone.
She waited while he moved she held the small iron grey cat with it's red markings close to her chest. It had been a guardian of sort. Her pet, it could easily go from a unassuming house cat, to a dire wolf sized cat. When the Queen had exiled her. Sha'iik had chosen to follow her. The sudden movement of the man had her admiring him, surprising herself at that.
Of course she would be happy to get the hell’s out of there.
His sudden return spooked her. Mask was silent. Of course he was she chided herself, and the blade of prism light that had formed in her hand was twirled and she held no confrontational intent. She was not going to upset a deity. "You startled me." she stated. Sha'iik who hung in one arm gave her a look. It was the look of someone who was clearly thinking--obviously.
She set the cat at her feet and it wove between her feet and Mask's. While it's mistress decided direction. To Sha'iik either way was fine with it. He was a cat, and none of this was a concern. Food , Sleep, and being petted was important, none of which was happening standing here. So when she finally chose "Left." the cat took off in that direction padding on cat feet-literally.
The fey woman hurried after her cat. "How far ahead did you scout , Your Lordship ?" her eyes were on Mask.
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