Isolated, separated, she did not want to take part in the happy little events of her homeland. She was not happy for how could she be when she did not sit upon the throne. Instead her brother now sat where she had once ruled all because of her inconsistencies. All because of her weaknesses. He said that he had missed her. His eyes swelled with those emotions, a book she could read. But an emotion she could not reciprocate. But she said it anyway.. she missed him. She was a liar. The undead lioness felt her bones rattle and shake as she walked out of her home for the first time in what seemed like days. Oh she had heard the news and it traveled, her mother was back now too. Her mother. Anger hit her hard, swaying her steps as she walked out of their village and took a path along the mountainside.

It was so strange to be alive, to have flesh clinging and torn. Gums showing with lips rotten away. Throat exposed where she had dug her own claws into. Taking a deep breath she found the beach, she found the wood. It would do for something to keep her distracted. Her claws began to work over the wood, peeling off slivers carefully and slowly. Forming a shape out of nothing. It took a while but soon it was finished. A lion, roaring to the sky. A warrior of emptiness. "Aww, it's cute. Annoyingly cute." And then she broke the head off, a pulling of mouth into a wretched grin.

The thought of being bothered had not truly occurred to her. She had presumed they would be too busy with their festivities to notice anything else. Yet here was someone. Inferno. She remembered them, she knew them. Yet she had no inkling of feelings. Her gaze lifted from the broken thing in her paws and she waited for a moment. Then another before she gave a smile. A small smirk that slithered across her muzzle. "A carving. I'm caring. It helps me sometimes with the things that bother me." The sounds in her head. With a sigh the woman then looked down at the carving only to tense up at the sudden voice of her mother. A vile feeling slipped along her shoulders and spine, bile in her throat. She narrowed her gaze and a soft chuckle left her. "Burn it? Burn my brother. Well why not."

Picking up the carving of the lion she allowed the pieces to fall in front of the other woman with ease. "You can burn him. Then there will be nothing left. It'll be great." Her tail flicked once before she turned away and started to wander off. Something else catching her eye for the day.