The Jury & Executioner Khluryar had waited for the perfect alignment of heavenly bodies and biological rhythms, and finally, the time had come. Twin blood moons hung heavy in the sky, thin clouds leaving a silvery mist in front of their midnight light, and the red bodies reflected in her eyes as she tilted her head back and howled, a low, deep, haunting note that resonated through the air for miles around.
Hunts were often cruel, compared to the affable chases of many other species, and she would not be the exception to the rule. She wanted to birth a new lineage, but only if she could find a worthy mate to share her blood with. Only the strongest, the swiftest, the most ruthless would do; rank was irrelevant so long as he could fight for her.