The Bitch Queen lounged in the luxurious throne room which it received it's audiences in. The fresh night air wafted in to the lightly perfumed area where the frostwind virago's waited on their goddess. To it's side stood a ruggedly handsome man in gleaming ornate metal armor. He looked ready to ride into a fable, slay a evil dragon king, and save the princess. Anyone familiar with Na'Amah though would know of it's two favored progeny, and realize they were looking at the Forbidden One: A long dead entity filled with chilling despair and sustained by the great power of Na'Amah's blood. The Bitch Queen bragged to it's inner circle that the Forbidden One, with his horrid blade named The Banshee's Kiss, could reduce a deity to frozen shards of meat in a matter of seconds. The more subversive of The Bitch Queen's progeny was no where to be seen, yet that did not nessessarily mean he wasn't presant.<br/><br/>"A gift?" Na'Amah said, arching a dramatically sculpted eyebrow. "It it from you specifically or someone you represent? I'd like to who standa before me.." It asked as it's voice turned into a sensuar purr "..As well as what you might represent."  The beautiful idol gestured to one of it's handmaidens who walked foreward to carry the box to her mistress.