"so where's your pleasure now? it's not so pleasing when you are the one at the end of this misery. oh but it is for me, to sit and watch you bleed. so say your final prayer, but i'll promise you,
god can't show you where to hide

There is a beast who lingers in these woods, one birthed from the carapace of the shadows themselves, her Amazonian form drenched in a cloak of stygian beauty speckled with flecks of gold from the earth and white hot shards of the stars from the blackened night sky. Her eyes are of the coolest glacial waters, dotted with islands of gold - a dangerous beauty to be recognized if one dared to be so bold and stare.

Her presence amongst those in Moladion is like a hushed passing of word; those knowing of her spreading their stories of times when she had run with a black prince, her forsake from Paracon, and her slow path down the walk of insanity. But her name is not spoken of amongst the masses as it once had - her father and mother likely do not even remember her name. They have other mates, lovers, children - lives - that do not involve the wicked creature. She is but a lurking shadow in their memory, her existence so far forgotten that it would not surprise her if they did not recognize their own offspring. It was fact that she had left her homeland in search of solace from her demons, finding a home along the outskirts of the land where they seemed to subside in their constant state of hunger for chaos, violence, and bloodshed. But she was no animal of solitude and could not fight against the urge to return winter after winter - perhaps it had been her natural instinct to find another and to create new life from her womb, though these instincts battled head-on with her personal morals. She did not believe herself to be capable of motherhood. Mothers were tender, loving creatures who treated their offspring with a soft heart and understanding; and Stella was none of these things.

Still, this truth had not stopped her from exploring the possibility of such a thing, her encounter with Lucian providing even further reasoning for diving into the journey. He was a strong and well adapted creature, his survival throughout Moladion's time told in the stories of the scars that he bears and his power gifted by the ancient lineage in which he was born grom. Their children would be nothing but the purity of greatness itself - it was an option to consider when debating it all.

These thoughts were those of which plagued her tormented mind on this dismal day as she tread through the woodland, her thick figure parting the long, spindly fingers of the trees as she passed them by. The oncoming of spring was perhaps the worst time to be living in this world, bouts of cold and warm weather contending with each other as well as the off-and-on rain showers that spread across the land - it created turmoil with Mother Nature and left the earth soggy and flooded. The sky was painted in grim hues of the evening, the clouds above hanging in shades of grays and dark orange as she passed beneath, her large paws splashing in the gathered pools of water. The sound of light thunder in the distance foretold of what was to come and the electricity was nearly tangible amid the air. The swirling wind brought with it the newly budding leaves of spring, carrying them in a flurry about her bodice as she stalked forward through the thick forest. Tonight, she would search for those who had since forgotten her, to begin a confrontation that was years in the making.

Tonight - her name would begin to be whispered through the masses once again.

STELLA
no soul . no heart . of abraxus x kiska