Talianna burst from the hovel, almost a different woman to the one who entered not an hour ago. Her face was a mask of burning rage, the blade clenched in her hand hissing like a serpant. She still wore the robe however, the long V of the clothing went between her breasts and down to her naval, her legs exposed up to the top of her slender thighs, though her sex was discreetly covered. She strode across the beaten earth compound, barking orders and threatening pain the likes of which made the women shriek and the male utter oaths to Sigmar.<br/><br/>She mounted Bloodfang in one single jump, feeling the smooth leather saddle slip easily between her still damp netherlips, though she had no time for sensual pleasures.<br/>"Bianka, run beside me and keep out of the mouth of Bloodfang. Anyone who gets past me, gut them." Talianna hissed, gripping the reins with her free hand as she whooped, making Bloodfang give a roar of fury, sensing her Mistress' battle-hungry mood in eagerly responded as she sped off at a quick trot, snapping at the iron bit in her mouth as they rode to meet whatever foul host the Gods of Chaos threw at them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>