The witch Returns

[Lingen ♥ ♥]

_{Fancy entered the area once more. She left Hitlers herd for it was going down hill, a place she wasn't willing to go. She was back and possibly looking for a herd. She was a dark so she would only take the darjest stallion out there. Fancy knew many brutes didn't want to put up with her, it was obvious, but getting to know her was always the hardest. Her daggers hit the earths lithosphere with a small thud. She threw her cranium, tassel covering her dark visuals. She wondered if any dark stallions were even out there.}

[|Tiberius|]

The henna corpse of Tiberius stalked through the coppice, labrums pursed. Audits twitched forward and back before suppressing themselves upon stone skullery. Sterling appendums progressed upon the lands, seeking out but one. Nasus passages flared and retracted, inhaling the bitter excuse for oxygen. Grapnels were delved, unearthed at any sign of movement. Deltas protracted, creating a simper upon such facials. Druids calculated the scenery, detecting that it was in fact the claiming lands. No doubt a femme was around here somewhere. The soiled pharaoh could smell the arrogant beings now, their sodden corpses itching for a taste of power. Decrepit chains hung lank upon his gullet, slapping the flesh tenderly. A smirk tightened his visage as he drew nearer, visionaries fervently jumping from the mottled frondescence to the feculence below. Allowing his vicious lyrics to haunt the vulture's audits, Tiberius pressed on, bodice not yet ready to halt before the so-called banches of Galloping Free. Ah, so there was at least one godforsaken huntress. Tiberius's retinas swept lazily over her form, noting with deep regard of her bodice.

M-m-mm, I find it unsuitable that such a femora come upon these lands with no distaste in her mind. Tell me, minx, what is it that your God calls you?

Liquid pools of white void danced lazily upward, focused inattentively on the mangled canopy overhead. A vast golden orb peeked through those where the density was lessened. Puss was lowered, lipping at the ragged threads that cursed his well-sculpted chest. Platinum tendrils laced with grit and grime clung helplessly to his hyde, his silky movements coming to an end before he reached the area surrounding his sire's lair. He had not ignored Galloping Free's slowly growing populace, as if there was any to begin with. Eager to begin gathering an army and perhaps a matron or two, Tiberius was bored with the terra. Leave it up to the Gods to start off this new Kingdom with…well, nothing. Transparent lids enveloped his dense sockets as he blinked away a Vampiric insect, its miniscule bodice coming in close contact to the hood. Above, demented avi sung their sorrowful melodies as small mammals listened, pocketed in the folds of the frondescence.

Plumage whisked over his quarters, forcing them to retreat as they grew tense. Forelock ran the course of his cerebellum, finally dripping off the end of his puss dramatically. The longer he waited, the more impatient he grew. Tiberius knew that the banch's mind was lurking here somewhere, afraid, perhaps to respond, hidden from view by the Spanish moss that clung from each mangled branch, creating an aura of eeriness. Audios flicked upwards suddenly as the titan picked up cracklings and such from the decaying foliage, labrales firmly pursed. Lampistra narrowed, gloating expression studying the forestry.