<font color='#728FCE'><b style=color:#90BCBB>Day[/b] : 19 <b style=color:#90BCBB>Quarter[/b] : Tessera <b style=color:#90BCBB>Year[/b]: 1 <b style=color:#90BCBB>Character[/b] : Saqqara Naptilia Unwavering optics shifted 'bout with a gaze matching the others around her, she watched them with caution yet her mood was nothing but carefree. Just a day ago she was in Ajita, but she had decided to teleport her self elsewhere for the time being. Lithe femme slipped through the crowds of assassins, bandits, murderers, and other such pendragons, blending in as if she were on of their trade. She thought to herself as she usually did, contemplating her actions and asking why she decided to come here... Ah... I remember all this... Heh, seems like yesterday... I vowed never to do such trades again to Moona, but who said anything about visiting some "old friends"... Hmmm... Nah, maybe tomorrow morning I'll drop by, I will after all be here for a while... She padded 'pon light paws toward the obscure shade of a nearby tree. Reclining to a sphinx posture she resumed watching the others from her resting place. The sun which twas suspended in the mauve toned empyreans was slowly sinking beneath the vast horizon. Tonight she was going to enjoy the thrill of the hunt in a more old fashioned way... No magic, nothing really fancy, just plan o'l hunting, with tooth, claw and a tight grip to the neck...</font>
<font color='#728FCE'><b style=color:#90BCBB>Day[/b] : 29 <b style=color:#90BCBB>Quarter[/b] : Tessera <b style=color:#90BCBB>Year[/b]: 1 <b style=color:#90BCBB>Character[/b] : Saqqara Naptilia Twilight soon cloaked the vicinity in which the ebon femme resided, the dim flicker of her cerulean flamed tail illuminated her surroundings with an eerie elemental glow. Metallic claws extracted, puncturing the terrain cotta earth as a gentle purr rumbled from her throat. Optics scrutinized obscure fauna, but her mind was elsewhere... Her focus literally upon her daughter Moona and her deceased husband, Xanti... Young Moona, tis a shame she never met her father... She would have loved him, if he were still here I could imagine them playing in the meadow... We'd be a family, something I wish I had... Sometimes I can still here his voice... Deep, baritone, and pure... And other times, I just wish I could forget... Her past life seemed a wonderful fantasy compared to her present being, she had so much and now... She had so little, next to nothing besides her daughter... Tis was true, Saqqara never had a stable home, her repudiation made her frowned 'pon by strangers, and her figure was fair but not stunningly beautiful like in her younger days, her frame covered with the many battle scars she had earned from fights, usually fights to the death. But none of it mattered anymore, life to her was something she had no choice but to pass through... Besides all the pits of her life, she finally came to the fact that her husband and best friend were dead and weren't going to magically reappear some starlit night. Many pendragons live with a grudge nearly all their life because of a loss, they stand around like one day their lost ones will just reappear in a mass resurrection. It was those same pendragons that started the rebellion, but she had nothing to do with such matters anymore. It was indeed hopeless, and things just didn't matter to her, if she died, she died and it was her wish that Moona wouldn't cry for her. It was nearly midnight, the moon was suspended high in the ebon abyss, her figure shifted as muscular limbs lifted her 'pon massive paws. Liquid movements sought her forth into the comfort of the shadows, all thoughts of her past abandoned as she caught the scent of a herd of Trinthil. Surely they were an easy hunt, but she had nothing better to do... With her full attention on hunting, the femme slinked off. She was unnoticeable in the night, and the darkness was always to her advantage...</font>
