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[color=darkred][h1][b]Anu'Varr[/b][/h1][/color]

[color=darkred][i][b]She Who Is Scarred, The Curse Bringer, The Devil Maker[/b][/i][/color]

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The World Tree. A vast life form, interconnected with Tabrasa on a level unlike anything seen before. A forest was cradled at it's roots, nestled and protected, yet it was not safe. From Anu's vantage point, she could see the happenings of the tree like an eagle watches for prey. Tiny dragons, siblings, and fire. Wicked, hot fire. The kind that burns what it touches to ash in a heartbeat. Yet the forest still grew, consuming the fire as fuel. How ironic was that?

Her shadowy wings flapped in the breeze, keeping Anu floating high and away from the tree. Her long grey hair was blown about by the wind. Her armor did not gleam in the sunlight, in fact it seemed to devour the light itself, and a dark aura could be seen and felt around Anu. Darkdrinker hungered for blood, but Anu would never let the weapon control her. From where she waited, she still did not crest the top of the highest branches. She was in awe at such a creation, but she absolutely despised all the green foliage. She wished it would burn, but Anu also knew better. It was the chord that kept it growing, and consuming all it touched, all it changed. 

What was even more intriguing, was all the dragons darting about. Many of the hated Verzakians flew and Drakairós themselves. Two larger Verzakians were also in attendance, and they seemed to be leaders of sorts, but Anu did not know. Then finally, came Azhriel atop his own mount. She was curious if Azhriel knew what she had done to her newest pet. Would he be angry? Well no matter, if her brother confronted her in any way, they would have a delightful chat. The group forming before the world tree, was such an odd little party, but Anu did not care about them. Not any of them at all. 

She only cared about the chord. There was no other explanation for the growth she bore witness too. If it was anything like the fear spiral, the chords promoted change whether or not wanted. She doubted any of her siblings would create something so enormous, the effort alone would perhaps kill a god if not incapacitate them for centuries. That wouldn't be fun at all, well, for her sibling that is. In fact, Anu realized that would be the fasted way to steal a chord. To rip it out of a weakened God, would be like killing a human. Easy and extremely joyful. 

So there she waited, not knowing what to look for or how close to get. She did not want the influence of nature to warp her body and mind, that would be an inconvenience in the long scheme of things. She had a deal to uphold after all, and better to get it done when the opportunity presented itself. Her end of the bargain would be upheld, and if Iva's was not... well then she would perhaps have a powerful tool at her disposal. But why think such silly thoughts?