The red-caped leader pulled off her helmet and let the murky rainwater mark her face.
She was uniquely beautiful.
Her skin was a light coffee color that was dotted with several patches of black and red scales.
She had bright crimson hair that was cut in a wolfish style and shaved closer on the sides and nape, as was tradition for Nevi'im females.
As she removed her helmet, dark horns curled out of her forehead to the sky overhead.
Her ruby red eyes ran over the mighty Cthulhu as if he were no more than a mortal monster.
"My neck hurts." She mentioned, seemingly to no one.
The riders above her head roared and black chains suddenly lashed out at the towering behemoth underneath the sky.
Cthullu roared and lurched as the chains wrapped around his slippery body and pulled him to his knees; leaving his arms restrained at his sides.
With a great flap of his wings, the beast tried to soar up and throw his body into the riders restraining him.
