The Devil's got a rifle on my front porch
Oh, how bored she had become! Life locked away from the outside world was all too tragic - why must they keep her trapped away in their castle? She had no reason to complain, not truly, for she was well fed, well groomed and all too warm at night but oh, how she simply wished to be freed and allowed to explore the outside world she so desired to be queen of. Her father had tried and he had returned bloodied and tired but no! - no, it was to be her that would avenge him and give them a grand kingdom rather than their hole of a castle. Both her parents seemed quite pleased with her ambition - she had stood before them, perched atop a stone as she boasted about her soon-to-be endeavors, leaping and growling to demonstrate how brilliant she was becoming. Father had even promised her a brand new kingdom all to herself - how many father's were that good, hm?
Of course, as daughter's were, she'd finally convinced both her parents that she could definitely handle herself out there in the big wide world - for an hour or so. And not too far from the den - yes, yes, she'd heard it all before. Why they were worried she had no idea! Honestly, if she got into trouble, she'd just call for her mother and father and it would all be well. Sigh - she didn't have them quite as wrapped around her little paw as she had hoped but she could work on that in time. Until that day, she was more than content bursting from the den after her father's perimeter check with an excited chortle of growling and thrashing about. She'd dealt once more with her father's instructions, nodding and eye rolling them into oblivion before he retreated back into the darkness of their home - she wasn't sure if Octavia or Maradona were going to come but that didn't matter. She was excellent at keeping herself (and others, duh) entertained and thus, after waiting a minute or two for her siblings, she was off.
As she had grown, she had begun to gain better control over her too-big paws and awkwardly growing body. She was fast even in her youth, a speedy little mistress on black legs - like fire, she thought, and she giggled triumphantly as she darted through the tree line. Even though she knew it, she broke her father's rules and simply trampled over his scent marking, a determined smile making it to her features - oh, she was bad but in the right ways. She'd waltz on over that line, go for a few more meters and then she'd be able to boast about how truly good she was at making it in the real world instead of their stuffy den. Had their ever been a more perfect plan?
After a minute or so of running, she finally threw herself atop a small rock that overlooked further into the forest - she was on the edge of the rocks and labyrinth of waterfalls now, the edge before it became what was the mid western craters - forest, swamps and all kinds of bad smells. Nonetheless, she stood atop her rock, her chest puffed out and her face alight with mischief. Would she dare go even further from the den?
He knows I came looking for a fight
the red princess of tesseract and caligula