GONNA ROT HER TEETH 'CAUSE I'M SO SWEET
The Vampire Queen dwelt in silence in the recent months. Winter was nearly silent apart from the young male who ventured in from Dawnshire to find a child. Had the guards not been scouting the area anymore? It wasn't like them to drop guard, but her curiosity spiked instead at the idea that perhaps they were building families. Something she wished to do further if she was honest. Her family was constantly growing, but given her bloodline - And now Nibris's as well - They would have an eternity together. They would not age past adults, they'd be able to have as many children as they desired, and as large a family at that. Her brother had just had children with his second mate, interesting enough his exes daughter, and her daughter Lahmer had come home with three grandchildren. It blew her mind that she was now a grandmother.
Though what she could not shake was the thought of worry. Her grandchildren were fathered by a murderer. None other than the man who played a part in the murder of her other daughter, Aya when they were at war with Tarben. Now he sought to create his own pack, according to both his call and Lahmer's own words. She left and he seemingly went off the walls. Her discomfort and anger was met with wonder, had he known? Had he known prior to their tie? Her own romantic feelings were never brought about with a soulmate tie, not to Nibris or anyone. So she found it hard to understand how complicated the situation was without knowing. All she knew was the anger she had in her heart for him, for taking Aya. She sighed at the idea of him taking a throne, surrounded with dragons like her. Perhaps that's where Daenerys went, her distant aunt.
Nevertheless, she felt it necessary to call for a meeting. One of much news, for the call of their neighbor seemed nothing but angered. The Queens midnight form clung to the shadows of the night as she climbed her stone throne. A small sigh as she looked to the spot Nibris normally sat, she hadn't seen him as of late again. As much as she enjoyed appearing monstrous to the wolves she led, in her heart that fear of him leaving her still stuck. Her blood red gaze turned to the sky, stuffed with heavy rain clouds that loomed. Her crown fell back, as a call rang forward for her pack and for any nearby who may seek entry.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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THE CRUMBLE AS THEY CRAWL
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