| Hawthorne Princess | Love | Kin | Metalhead |
Her mother had been changed before her own eyes, turning into something that showed the similarities of a deer of some sort - Her brother too had changed and grown moth wings. They both had something that suited them, and yet all she had seemed to get were two little nubs on her head with small points protruding out. Her father had returned home with bird wings, her other brother had also grown moth wings, and her sister had grown scales. So why was it she seemed to get the short end of the stick?
She sighed, her auburn draped body curled into a small ball in the back of the den. Her mothers call perked her audits, and her blood red eyes looked out. She quickly got up and trotted out, aiming to be there earlier than the rest. She sat below the throne, looking outward and onward with her mother. She only looked up to her to give her a smile and a soft "Hello, mother.".
There weren't any children here for her to play with aside from her siblings. Her uncles and aunts were only a little older than her at this point but they were always off doing their teenager s h i t. She sighed, hoping soon enough she'd have friends to terrorize the world with. It was so boring to be alone.
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