THAT WAS A CORE OF THE INNOCENCE WE HATE

It had been some time since the crone had done anything, she was too busy scoping the lands. Fitting in with the Hawthorne Vampires would be easy for her, but joining a pack ruled by a vicious King was another. She had heard her stories, as she had hoped her own stories would carry through the lands. Baba Yaga, the eater of children -- Baba Yaga, the witch of the woods. She'll drink your blood, she'll eat your flesh. Watch out for your children, because she'll eat gobble them up. She knew the stories about herself, but they were far from just legends. After months of waiting, watching. She had grown hungry. It was high time she set out for this pack and joined herself and her son to a land where she could finally eat.

Her rugged paws hit the snowy grounds as she emerged from the trees. The air smelled almost like winters, and she smelled younglings. "I just wanted to say, I'm a vampire. I sometimes have a hard time controlling my bloodlust. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, please don't kick me out . . ." She crawled out of the shadows, a chuckle escaping her mighty jaws as the scarred crone stepped to the meeting. Her son likely in tow. "What's so bad about Vampires? I surely hope you don't kick the lad out for something he himself cannot help." She grinned, sitting neatly like a bag of bones. "I too, am a Vampire. As is my son. It is not something to be ashamed of -- Especially to a man who has blood lust without the drive of the fangs."

Her eyes flicked from the two in front of the King, and then to him. "The name's Baba Yaga, my son is Wendigo." She smirked, her one eye staying on him. "We would like to join your pack, surely our services would be to your liking. We would be yours to command." She gave a soft bow of her head. "Hitmen, if you would -- But far much worse, and far much dangerous." She grinned, her sinister wave of energy hopefully hitting those around her. "And to you I swear I shall not harm a soul under the kingdoms ranking -- I only really find children appetizing anyways. As for my son, well . . . That's another story." She cackled before glancing to the cage. Oh, now, what was that used for? Maybe a chew toy she could play with? She smirked at the idea before her crimson eye set on the little albino lass. "Now who might you be? You're certainly a looker." She cooed, a smile on her tattered face. "You should meet my son, he's a glorious man -- He doesn't bite much, unless you like that kinda thing." She chuckled.

BABA YAGA;