The Blood Princess grew bored of the quiet in Hawthorne after the war. The bathing of blood of her enemies, the helpless cries, whimpers, and gurgles as those died in her grasps. She had delighted in slaughtering the unknown female and the Tarben Princess she killed. Fantasized of it even, missing the taste of it. The thrill, the feeling. The way the blood matched her auburn pelt as she bathed in the very life juice that flowed in those veins of the lives she took. She couldn't help but be lost in the lust she felt. Blood, and more. She craved to be desired by men, and usually she was watched as she trotted by. But she wanted more.
That's when the string appeared on her chest, and the wings sprouted from her back. She was no longer just a horned vampiress. She and Mother had been turned to Dracarae, an ancient Bloodline. She was now able to spit fire, how delightful. She'd want to go for the dreadful terror that shared her Bloodline in Tarben, the one who lit the sky ablaze. He would be a mighty trophy, along side being the one to take down a child of Beartooth. But now she had to worry about what she was tied to, what guided her out of her home. Whatever it was, it was an adventure.
The auburn colored lass decided to take detour, seeing a new forest. Had this always been here? The dusk was just setting, and the pink line glowing and pulsing from her chest as she flew toward the forest. Her crimson eyes finally settled on a landing point in the heart of the forest. When she landed with a heavy gush of wind, she was greeted with dozens of fireflies dancing around her in the air. The Princess watched them, looking around with a smile on her face. She loved the dark, but she loved the things that glowed in the dark as well. She stood, marveled by their beauty as they flickered around her.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"I DID NOTHING WRONG BUT I GOT ON THE BLACKLIST."
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