[P] -- deathless

[Avdotya]

Her lips curled at Velorca's initial question. She bore no pride for the contributions made to the Day Court on her behalf, but the taste of power that whet her palate stirred a hunger within her that had distorted her values. A nation was at her feet, its king enamoured by her very presence... she would have been mad to ignore what lay directly in her palm; however, Maxence's death sparked something new in the viper's wild heart. Snapped from her daze, Avdotya sought an escape from the decorated halls of the palace and the revival of the Davke would make for a thrilling exit. "I was not meant to live within those walls," she murmured whilst her fiery gaze settled upon the capitol, "I was born to bring them down." Her ears flattened as the words seeped from her tongue like poison. She may not have been pleased with her involvement in the monarchy, but it put in her a damned deadly position. When they were ready, they would strike; from the inside out, they would tear through the Court like wolves among sheep and rain terror upon a people so accustomed to doing so themselves. The very group Zolin had exterminated would be the one to bring his beloved Court of Day to its knees. Avdotya turned back to her silver-stroked companion and watched him for a moment. What came from him next electrified the malicious energy that coursed through her veins, forcing a predatory smile to fall upon her lips. It was not meant to last, though, and soon dissipated as the mare's mind immediately began to plan their approach. "We must find any remaining Davke that still walk these dunes. There are bound to be some left from the cull." Velorca was a talented man, one she knew to be capable of accomplishing his tasks undetected. He was perfect for finding not only displaced Davke, but enlisting like-minded horses to their cause. "We need numbers." @velorca ;) image © aapex