The sun was slowly sinking, the sky taking on the lovely purple and blue it tended to. Ai was abuzz with the news that the Priest Iarasis had spoken, announcing war.<br/><br/>And Natasha had heard it all. Anger had seeped deep within as through the ears of a nearby guard she listened to the foolish old human speak on how it was the time of his ilk. How it was time to obliterate all that were not. And as the final rays of the sun fell under the mountains, Natasha's eyes of red opened. It was not the slow blink of a sound sleeper. Nay, it was the instant awareness of the walking dead. And with that awareness came a low growl from deep within her, plush down comforter flung aside as sleek legs swung over the beds edge, pulling herself to stand even as her voice teased forth. She would not need to yell, even from the basement she moved within, for the one she called to belonged to her complete.<br/><br/>“ Arion, I require clothing. And ready my mount, I will be going into the town proper, to gather news...”<br/><br/>Footsteps she heard running lightly down the basement steps even before she finished her speech, and as the door to her private sanctum eased open to admit her young assistant, she arched her supple form only then into a languid stretch. No nightwear adorned her body, for there was no need. Natasha's flesh was ever cold, yet she did not heed it, nor need to. Alabaster flesh gleamed as Arion drifted about the room, quickly lighting candles for his Mistress, the young man smiling somewhat as she proudly displayed delicious curves to his eyes. Full breasts tipped with rosebud nipples, sweet curve to her waist to flare out enticingly into full hips, flowing easily into sleek legs. Her raven mane fell against her back, tendrils working to tease against her pale cheeks as her head fell forward again, those hues of flame settling upon Arion as he bustled about, lighting her room, and gaining her the clothing she desired. Bare feet carried her towards him silently, slipping behind him to reach out and trail a long nail over his cheek, working over the curve of his neck. The young man froze, and began to shiver, and yet it was far from fear. His head dipped to the side a bit, and Natasha glimpsed his tongue dancing out over his lips before he murmured. “<strong>Does Mistress wish to feed before she goes into Ai?</strong>”<br/><br/>Natasha indeed thought on it, for Arion was so delightfully willing. But she shook her head, slipping around him to pull the gown (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/2a_1_sbl.jpg) forth, examining it. “ No. Sweet boy. I shall find something in town I am sure. The word that is spreading is intense, and I must set forth to see how many are going to be joining this war, and how many oppose. It might be time to join forces my pet...as much as the idea might grate. Now, go ready my mount...I will ride soon.”<br/><br/>In no time Natasha was dressed and settled upon her steed, heading out at a full gallop towards Ai. And as she rode, she decided to have a bit of fun before she came to her destination. A slow smile curled lush ruby lips as her mind drifted forth, hoping that she managed to catch the Priest Iarasis off guard, hoping that he didn't have his myriad of wards up. It would be simple, and it would be quick, this whisper within the old mans head, if he was receptive this night.<br/><br/>“<em>I am coming for you old man. You wish to start a war? Oh my lovely, I will give you one!</em>”