Kylmi found herself swindled and championed by Shorus's usual bluster, his confidence and strength did not heed any restriction and while she had formerly dismissed him as a a simple admirer, she found intelligence within his execution when he discussed their intentions and movement. The nymph nodded, her antlers gleaming with the swirling decorations and malachite that winked within moonlight, she delicately wove her fingers into the soil at their heels, sinking her claws in deep as the life within teemed and writhed at her call; the thickets swarmed with a plethora of thorns and vines as thick as her arm, clenching into coils at the roots of the brush they currently took refuge in. Using Bones' eyes, she honed in on the tent that Shorus had indicated, a quick scan provided that Tarwin was scouring out opposite tarpaulins pulled taut and hammered effectively, their flaps barely disturbed by his evasions. She signaled that she was prepared with a lift of her thorn crusted blade, Bones' mimicking her salute with a toss of his head and rattling the bones interwoven through his overgrown, ebonnette mane. Shorus would be a tough act to follow, his effective charge into the encampment signaled by the clash of blades and armour, the Elderborne and all their skills paling in comparison to the wrath bridling the Minotaur as he roared and tore through the guards surrounding the Mad Prince's tent. Kylmi drew in a breathe, withholding it in her lungs and breast as she mounted atop Bones and rode down after Shorus's charge. But her preparations were nearly for not, a terrible thunder clapped within, stealing all breath and reason as she fell from atop her mount and rolled upon the earth in a terrible confine of agony. She screeched, her hawk's cry piercing the air in a ear splitting call that capered across the encampment and drew attention by the immaculate enemy gleaming and clashing against their Mamaluke opponents. The temporary distraction proved beneficial in some, damaging in others as soldiers fell upon the blades and lances of their aggressors. Bones reared, his voice shattering through her consciousnesses and booming in all of its fury: [i]Get up you fool, or I'll trample you right here instead![/i] Kylmi's body trembled, suddenly encumbered by her armour as she pulled and tugged upon the tangled threads of her harsh companion, but her eyes, lined in silver and glowing, flickered towards the horizon, dark and woven in shadows, she could see the massive cloud rising above the canopy of Uchfos, coiling and conglomerating into a single, wreathing darkness that spun and ascended higher above the tree tops. With Bones' eyes she could see the finery in details of feathers and leathery wings, every species and creature of flight suddenly disturbed by whichever threatened their mortal plane. Kylmi's heart pinged with the forest's wail, a silent, moaning anguish as the borders resealed themselves and became festooned in thorns and roots, tree trunks swelling in size until all potential nooks were compressed. Another clap of thunder tore through her as she pulled herself upon Bones', throwing her leg over and leaning heavily against his heaving flank as he retook the charge towards the Mad Prince. Something had happened, something was happening - something was coming. ---- The nymph though had a quest, a designation and one way to figure out whichever was happening was to interrogate one of the focal players in this prophecy of doom. Kylmi seethed against the pain, trying to shelter the earth's sighs of terror as Bones galloped past elven soldiers falling to the Minotaur's merciless assault. The forest kin did not know what she would find upon entering the tent, she had left Bones outside, listening to his irritation and overall furious qualms as he stomped his hooves repeatedly and spun in mad circles as he awaited his charge, and Kylmi was not prepared for what she saw therein. "It is she that comes to greet me, but She that has done this to me. And to you. Do you want to know what She has planned for you? For The All." There were no eyes through the slit in his helm and his calm exterior was only split by the manic simper stretching across his cheeks; he was aged in every way she knew, much like she herself was. There was a kinship of pity, but Kylmi did not have sparing notions for those that had burned her homes many times before. She wonders if these Elderborne knew of the glory that was once her Isildier. Would this ancient insanity know? "Who is She?" Was all Klymi had to inquire, posing her blade of thorns upon his brow, honing in close to the helm, the tines throbbed in tempo with her heart, bidding to be extended. Outside, Bones began his usual ticking, a vibrating sound of annoyance. "She is that which wills all to come, a calamity and ruin, a fire that will reach beyond your forests and your walls. She has made her Chosen and her desires cannot be thwarted." His tone was an ascending madness, but almost desperate, as if repeating from some other being that whispered and uttered these reflections. Kylmi's eyes narrowed as her vines snaked beneath the tent, coiling up and around the Prince's gleaming armour and his tall stance, cording tight as he did nothing to disturb her, as if without his soul and reasoning that would bid him to react normally. But he did seethe at her, baring a grimace of disgust. "You are nothing, you'll be nothing, just like I - you'll suffer a loss that is eternal, an aching pit of despair within your body. You'll rot, decay, much like the wilting plant you are." Vines closed up around his lips, snaring him shut with a clench of her hands as she trembled with the wealth of everything he spoke of, of his insanity and manic intelligence that bore into her. Her former pain and the forest's response affirmed of this Queen, of She he spoke of. But now as she snared the Elderborne within her vines, she felt something that sunk deep into the flora, a deep loss and hate, something seeded by means of ancient magic and history. Kylmi shuddered with it, whistling for Bones who tore through the tent's external skin and trampled the posts with vicious kicks and snaps. His hooves flashed and his gnashing teeth bore into a snarl when Kylmi hoisted their charge upon his body, using vines and plants to secure him into place. Beneath all the greenery, she heard a soft murmur, a whisper that slunk across her skin and bones and struck inside her mind. "You can't stop it, no one can stop it." ---- Kylmi ran through the encampment, her eyes scanning with flickers of silver and white as she tried to locate her companions, but nothing could be seen beyond the onslaught of blood and death, bodies littered the earth and the soil became swollen with their life, heavy and thick, over flowing with death song as the world around her moaned and wept, making her face contour into one of tragedy. The nymph lowered her stare, not wanting to witness the vacant gaze of the dead as she led Bones through the masses, upon her treads flowers and vines crawled, smothering over bodies and blood, staining most of the spring colours in hues of carmine and black. She knew she had to meet up with Shorus and Hazim later, followed by Tarwin some where in the confusion, no doubt they'd want to kill the Mad Prince upon seeing him mounted upon the vicious Kelpie, but she'd attempt to reason with them beyond all means. And so she traversed across the battlefield, veering off in a sprint as the trio of nymph, Fae beast and elf circled around, searching in vain for the Captain that was no longer present among his troops that were dying for whatever cause was deemed worthy by their God and she wondered briefly if death was a price they all were going to have to pay. Surely Mundhir would not ask that of them, right?