The worst is yet to come

The jungle was quiet, and Lasair had managed to find the only spot in the Sunless jungle with a broken canopy that let the fledgling summer sun in. Well - less found, and more so created it by smashing branches and burning a little more. Nobody would mind if she took a little break from her ongoing criminal activity. 

Lasair curled her spiked dragon tail around the massive, warm rock she'd found, tucking her long nose under her foot like a cat might. She sighed, releasing a huff of black smoke from her nostrils as she settled comfortably. Things were going well. She had allies - Azcasu, Aleister, Brille, Splinter, Antioch....Jericho. She had subordinates - Nikolai, Shrike, Hazaiah. She had her enemies taken care of - Apollyn was thrown down the deepest hole she could manage, and that Witchfinder Malmr was working for her now. She was rich beyond belief, powerful enough that none of the Archon's men could touch her, and free enough to do as she damn well pleased, even if that meant setting parts of Faline on fire.

And still, it wasn't enough.

When she'd read the paper insinuating Basileios' death, she'd been calm. She set it down, went about her day, destroyed a few chambers in her underground sanctum, killed a few prisoners. But dread had set in, unbearable and heavy, when the men she'd sent out came back without results. One had even verified the grotesque thumb detail, and it made her sick.

He wasn't dead. He couldn't be. 

Her tail lashed out, whipping branches to shreds. So where was he?

It wasn't as if she wanted him back. When she'd cut him loose, she'd meant it. There was no point in continuing this insane cycle of love and misery. She just needed to know he was still out there, is all. Nothing more.

So she settled back down, determined to enjoy her hard-won peace.

Till a deep rumble made her double-lidded eyes slit open, and she raised her draconic head towards the direction of something massive. There - it wasn't an earthquake, though it sounded as deep as one. It sounded more like...footsteps. 

Her peace and quiet forgotten, she unfurled her wings and took to the sky. It didn't take much to spy the monster on the horizon, towering over the treeline and headed straight for Namarast.

Well. If she couldn't find relaxation the usual way, maybe this would take the edge off. She dove in, cinders coming to life in her burning, grinning maw.