The Witch was growing more and more eager to do something, anything. Nightingale had grown quiet since she had overthrown their tyrant Queen. Now sat her brother, Cato upon the throne. He had found a soulmate since then, a darling woman named Amalthea, an adopted Princess of Sabertooth. An alliance was in order, as was a wedding. Her mind went to her parents, they would have loved to attend their childrens weddings. After all, she now was pledged to someone as well - Kalon. To think she had fallen right into her Russian lovers paws, and now they were mated. She could only hope for future children with him.
As the nights grew longer, and the air grew colder, she found herself gaining a new bloodline - A Voodoo. Now she truly looked like a witch, giving herself the name of a Leviathan. A smirk grew on her face as she relished in it, truly she had become something of nightmares. She loved that for herself. Cato too showed the Voodoo traits, a mask of bone. This was all new to her still, having the rough solid bone over her face like armor. The brindled beauty gracefully bound out of her home, wanting a change of scenery. Something was calling to her, something she hoped would be refreshing. She crossed the river, coming to the Firefly Forest. Something beautiful was going on, lights flashing and dancing in the air. It was warmer here. Her paw set onto a glowing stone, sending what could only feel like Irinas lightning down her spine pain. She let out a scream as she fell to the ground.
"I promise you my heart, just promise to sing."
| Mated to Kalon | Kin | Nightingale Beta | Metalhead |
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