In the swamps the dawns mist's hung low and ready, the reeds soothingly turning amongst the wind. The rattle of there bulrushes against the tall marsh grass is all that can be heard. Though something else stirs in the twilight amber of the rising sun, the odd marsh drake sleepily moves it's head snapping it's poisonous maws idly grateful of the warmth that was already rising from the ground. The sweeps of the grass are odd this day though they seemed less hushed then the norm, small creatures stir quickly form the perusing force. Glimpses of a tall reed are seen, it moves quickly and with purpose towards the deeper shades of the swamp.
The sound of the grass change with each scurrying being what ever it is, is after them and they know it. Even the marsh drakes move quickly there slumber ended in a flash of gathering dark. As it moves quickly still it brings with it destruction and desire to inflict pain on each passing thing. The light that there is around it's wraithly shell indicates Slyvari, though one on a rampage. Her eyes are cast downwards, a smirk of sheer joy upon her lips as again she takes a small blood stained dagger to a small and helpless rat. Her tongue running over the smooth blade afterwards tasting the fresh kill. Taking what essence of the create into her own self.
