there's a crack in my soul
you thought was a smile

The grotto is unpleasant, the caves chilly and the air damp and thick, but despite these things, it does have one quality that draws her to it. She’s often heard rumors of the sort that venture here, the wicked and depraved, the cursed or the mad. Sure, some unwitting soul or another might’ve found comfort in the darkness and stumbled upon the grotto, but she is not here for the sweet explorer or the secret lovers who might be meeting in the shadows for a tryst or even just a few quiet moments to whisper sweet nothings to one another.

No, she’s here for the monsters, for the plans she has require monstrous deeds and who better to perform them?

The altercation with Bonehead at the two year old party had given her a lot to think about. Another player unwittingly entered the game, and she’d been puzzling over how to work his new imprint into her plans since the party. It was too kind to simply kill her brother - she would make him suffer by stripping away all he held dear, starting with the girl. Blood traitors don’t deserve happiness, she thinks, her lips curled back into a silent snarl.

Thinking about her brother always made her grumpy, mostly because he was useless. The idea that one would see him and think of her as his sister makes her stomach turn with acid. A low, rumbling growl builds in her throat and she tosses her head, annoyance etching lines in her face. Don’t let him distract you from the true purpose. A reminder to keep her focused on the task at hand, the only thing that really mattered.

Toppling Pine, and Iromar with it. Her brother’s destruction would be just another added bonus.

A sudden shuffling of stone catches her attention and she jerks her head toward the sound, her golden eyes narrowing. ”Come out, come out, whoever you are,” she purrs, too proud to be afraid.