Dahaka

Obsidian chant
in ocean deep pearl laced bond~
orca sway the tides.

Q: Dahaka, what are you power-hungry for and what will you do to get it?
A: Dahaka is drawing sigils into the dirt with her wooden staff when you approach with this question, and she ticks her head to the side just enough for her to gaze at you from under the brim of her hat. With a forepaw, she sweeps the ground clean in front of her, before turning towards you with a calculating stare.

You can hear the heavy sound of hooves somewhere in the dark shroud of the forest, but the pearlcatcher before you pays it no mind, even when you catch sight of something glowing. She easily distracts you, clicking her tongue before answering your questions.

"I wish to succeed Rayvenn in their spot as part of the Council," Dahaka says, a slow, maniacal grin spreading across her muzzle. "I want power within the Wormwood Kingdom, and I don't care what it takes to get it. I know I will succeed." She seems awfully confident in herself, her head held high, no shine of uncertainty in her plague-red eyes.

"Oh, and if you are to run your mouth about my plan?" The pearlcatcher stands, getting onto her fours and stepping closer, the glowing parts of her talons contrasted against the dark area you had found her in. "Vermele here has caught your scent. You'll be dead before you can say my name."

With this, the stomp of a hoof and a low snort could be heard from somewhere behind the white dragon before you - the glow you'd previously noticed illuminating a beast within the trees. It's advised that you keep your lips sealed.