» Hellioness enters the lands. Ebony pelt dark, keeping her presence hidden in the shadows. Her globes blow a dark red, deeper than the color of blood. Talons dig into the earth, ripping away as she nears the others. Slowly her pace softens, now only a few mere feet away from the equine of her kind. Raven tendrils fly freely in the wind. Evil globes scan the crew before her. They suited her status, not the mere pawns she had raised, and killed before. Stoping on Demitiase, he stood tall, the leader perhaps. Only time would tell if he could fullfil his posistion. For an evils true spirit rang freely in the lines of battle.