![]() ![]() ![]() Her slave always lauded the merits of freedom and would not risk enslavement from another kingdom. Where were they? Would the pair beg protection from another race? she wondered, but discarded the idea almost instantly. But one human should not have been able to steal her slave. The gods amused themselves by sending some to Atlantis and watching the ensuing chaos. Where was the slave? Where had the human hidden her? Humans. Now she would have to wait, and the knowledge curled her lips in a scowl. Morning was due to arrive at any moment, and while the harsh rays of dawn would not kill her, her people hunted best in the dark, their eyes too sensitive for the day. Yet with every minute that passed, Marina lost more and more of the girl's scent. Not when she was desperate to regain possession of the girl. Calling a halt to the search and commanding her army to make camp here had not been easy. "Damn this," she growled, hands tightening into fists, sharp claws biting into her skin. More importantly, her favorite slave was no where to be seen. The murdering human was nowhere to be seen. Frustration gnawed at her with the determination and frenzy of a hungry beast. Smoke billowed toward the skydome, a curling, scented stream of ash. Flames from her army's crackling fire illuminated the surrounding trees, casting shadows and light in every direction. ![]() Marina, Queen of the Demons, studied the vast expanse of the forest, her extraordinary gaze cutting through thick foliage and mounds of dirt and rocks. ![]()
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