Lay down, the threat is real
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There was a blanket of coldness that had set in over her heart as of late. It seemed that all her children had left her side, even her sweet Diosa had disappeared in these last few days. It was not that Queen’s heart broke to see her children leave her side, but there was some part of her that seemed to think that maybe she was losing control. Whatever part of her that held all of this madness together was starting to fail her, but she had to fight it until they aged to maturity and one would take the throne. She questioned who to set up in her place now more than ever because she had no idea how this pack was survive or the what the goal of it was. That madness that had once driven her to drive out Motionless, claiming the pack she had once ruled next to her equally crazy lover at the time. Lucifer. That brindled monster that had claimed her love, her heart and soul. The one who had run away with it all and left her behind, crazed and lost within the darkness. A soft, maniacal laugh echoed around her empty den, remembering what semblance of happiness she had once held onto. How cruelly the world had ripped it away from her. This world did not care for her. She had had to learn how to care for herself, take her life into her own paws, and rule the madness she now embodied.
That maniacal craze seemed to flicker now, but on occasion it rose to the surface once more.
A soft crooning howl broke through the trees, and she heard the beckoning calls of the crows. The onyx Queen rose up, ebony paws planting themselves into soft soil. She shook out the dust and rubble of the cave that covered her pelt before she lunged forward into a gallop across the lands. Her paws guiding her seamlessly through that treacherous bog, carrying her faithfully to the edge of her lands. She was late to this powwow it seemed as Draven had already shown. She trotted up beside him and stood proud, tail arched and her fangs bared in a sickenly sweet and deadly grin. Her attentions flitted to the two figures standing at her border, one was a vampire like herself and the other had orbs reminiscent of their species, but did not hold the characteristic glow. She was unaware of the connection between Thackery and Draven, and she was unaware of the situation laying at their paws. The conversation having taken place before she could even break into hearing distance. What is it that brings a lonesome vampire to my borders? And your companion, maybe a Mesmer? Please explain what …
The stench of death finally registered in her olfactory sensors and she looked down incredulously to the ground. She was not appeased by this stench that was so retched. There at their paws was Odin. He body splayed across the earth, ungraciously, incongruously and clearly dead. A rumbling grow built up in her chest before an ear splitting scream ripped from her lungs. If there could have been anything comparable to the agony and rage that flooded into her, it could be the raging hellfire that lit her orbs. The gaze piercing straight into the blonde, multihued figure, I would ask for an explanation, but it seems there might as well already be no need. You DARE to drag the body of my son to my borders and drop him ungraciously at my paws!? What a fool you be! She hissed, all composure dropping away. Her vocals strained and her chest heaved with angry breaths. Your audacity will not outlive you, believe me. The anger boiling beneath the surface of her words not even remotely hidden. Lucyne bared her ivory fangs, her paws stepped closer to the opposing vampire whether he tried to back away or still stock still. She moved ever closer to him, until it would be evidently clear she would not let him escape her grasp. And then without warning Lucyne’s paw swiped for Thackery’s face, all intent to wound him. Her claws pointed for his eye and muzzle. Regardless of whether she landed this hit, she stayed close and ready to attack or dodge in case of retaliation. Maybe it might be more pleasurable for me to watch Draven torture you in whatever way he pleases and maybe I would take part in it, so maybe you might understand the inexplicable pain you have caused. Her voice was oddly calm, but nonetheless venomous in tone. She had every intent and the heart to kill this boy, regardless of who he was. Her gaze flicked to the snowy soldier, and she snarled at him, And you, you would be a sweet little treat wouldn’t you? A snack to take from between each session with your friend here? She smiled, the threat openly concealed. What do you think, my darling Draven? A maniacal laugh escaping her maw, but her fiery gaze never leaving Thackery. Her motions following his, never letting the small gap between their bodies grow.
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When her sight goes red again
~ Lucyne ~ Diosa, Leviathan, X ~ Queen of Caidir Olc ~ Lustful ~ Alesana ~
