When Filius had begun eating the poppy plant, the
face of distaste for it brought a smile to my facade.
At times he was just like a pup, others he was a
grumpy old fool. Either way he was dear. As his
fangs sunk into it's flesh the familiar smell of iron
and the color of crimson oozed, staining the corpse.
I watched as the blood hit the ground, not taking any
interest in the hare, but just the pure red. Red, the
one thing that I was internally stained with.
For reasons I held no knowing to my limbs felt tired.
Now that I thought of it I hadn't truly rested, my
worry was always to stay alert. Be alert, protect, and
kill. Other than that I had no purpose. Battle hadn't
turned me this way though. To the world I was born
cold. Before Filius brought chaos to the 'kings' I was
nothing. No, not nothing. A chew toy to be exact.
Until I turned the tables on the predators
themselves. Again a smile slept on my face and
again I kept silent.
Memories flooded back in great quantities.
Eventually my eyes had drifted close, my body knew
what it wanted, but my mind was still running
aggressive. Flashed of fangs, flying fur, lying bodies,
dulled eyes, and then abruptly a flash of red. Slowly
I reopened my ivory curtains, iced orbs being
revealed once again.
Lifting my cranium smoothly and my expression
emotionless, I looked to the vixen. Again I studied
her with the utmost silence, but my frame held it's
laid grace. Until I deemed it that she could here my
words. They weren't cold,but they where
emotionless. An odd smoothness and elegant
gesture stirred into my vocals.
"And I am Hestia."
Holding a cringe as a sudden headaches hit my
protected inner tissue. Thus happened often when I
slept, still I pushed this annoyance aside. Holding
my gaze steady to her own orbs.
Find Me
Play on Love
Hestia::Adult::Vixen::Chained by None::Consumed by None:: Warrior of Abendrot::Destinee
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