[center][color=#796878][h2]-Nefas Sen-[/h2][/color]
[color=#796878]Sorrow & Anger[/color][/center]

The sound of crashing stone and blood dripping onto the floor caused the sleeping mind of the Deep to pull at the shackles of sleep from itself. Slowly, at first, as the Lady's consciousness roused itself from the depths of slumber, only to be drawn back down as if it didn't wish to awaken. When the bowl ruptured sending shards flying across the room and blood pooling on the floor, the hazy mind of the Deep shook free the chains that bound it.

At first, slow movement. One of its arms reached upwards, bringing it to it's face as it tested the limits of its movements once again. Another arm extended fully from its side, grasping at some invisible force. Its last two arms, wrapped around its waist, hugging itself tightly as its consciousness fully returned and the spell that had bound it was destroyed. It spoke no words, only silently observed the rest of the angels, it's head turning towards the first voices it heard.

Kilgarrah and Therelon. The former was more familiar to the Deep. The latter was more unknown, though it did find that one amusing. But those weren't important. It's...her siblings were not important right now.

For the first emotion she, the Lady of the Deep felt upon being freed was of sorrow if she were to put it in words of man.

A deep emptiness filled her. It was quiet. She couldn't feel her children. They were silent, and she knew why. In her dreams as she slept, she could feel their screams of fear and terror as they were hunted. They cried to her, and she was helpless to save them. All she could do was weep for them, as little as that would solve however, she would do such a thing at a later date. For the second emotion she felt, would be anger. Rage. And the rage of a mother protecting her children, was not something to be trifled with.

The Lady of the Deep, took her first steps after being freed. She offered a soft glance to all of her brethren, but spared no words for them. Years of being unable to commune with them, made speaking the same tongue as humans and the other gods more difficult than usual, and she didn't wish to deal with such trivialities at the moment. Her gaze turned to the humans Kilgarrah was attempting to speak to. Speaking was useless at this point. She had no words for disobedient children who were murderers, thieves, and traitors.

So for now, the Lady of the Deep chose Silence. She was not a fighter by nature...besides, it would be better for one of the others to decide the outcome of events, here. Whether it be peace or violence...her only goal right now was to leave. She would return to the Deep either way, and then...she would get her revenge.

So the creature watched Kilgarrah and Therelon with some curiosity. She would follow their lead for now.