Third Person POV:
A slap of waves on a distant shore is but only a whisper in their ears. Padded feet cross sandy terrain in a journey inland of the small off-shore island. A few birds dart in the low lying bushes and shrubs that managed to survive in the hot climate. A trace of death was over the land, a trackable sensation that was put to good use. Darkness couldn't go anywhere without leaving a trail.
Ivory's eyes flash as she stops under a single tree with a large canopy, a section of bark cut off and healing slowly, thick blood-red staining the edges. A dragon tree's sap was used for medicinal uses usually, but not this time. With the correct procedure, it could do just as much bad as it could good. A group of three younger White Warriors fall into line behind her, peeping at the tr
