Few of the Beast Mother's brood inspire greater unease than this towering, many-limbed daughter. Her centauroid form bears pale flesh, curling horns and innumerable eyes. More eyes rest within her palms, each said to perceive a different truth. She seldom hunts and takes no interest in the dominions of her siblings. Instead, she wanders the oldest wilderness, lingering at standing stones, drowned shrines and nameless ruins where reality seems thin. She speaks in riddles, watches strange celestial patterns and traces designs through the earth. Those who seek her counsel often receive it freely, though never plainly. Her prophecies arrive as symbols, impossible questions and visions that may take years to understand. Barren like Baphomet's other daughters, she has turned away from the contest for favour. Her purposes remain her own, though she never escapes her mother's shadow.