Lay down, the threat is real
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That tempered sadness that had welled up inside of her fracture frame of mind was slowing melding away in the pitch black silence. The sounds had developed colors in the absence of mental stimulation from other beings. A Queen so insane that she produced her own drug induced insomnias in her lack of contact with others. How she had managed to scare away the petite white little mannequin that had sat upon this throne was not even in question. So crazed was she that there was an exuberance of insanity, enough so to drive anyone sane enough away from her. So arguably the wolves who dared to venture to her borders proved somewhat that they lacked a saneness. And those who stayed, well one had to question whether they had any sanity at all. The Queen of darkness did not mind though, she welcomed their crazed, delirious, and hysterical personalities that were contained in their uniquely individualistic bodies. She offered a home this utopia, as different as they all were, somehow it worked. Somehow they all stayed here under this canopy of shadows, coexisting in their insanity. And during this rough time in her own life she knew she needed to call on those frenzied souls, to feed off of their souls to feed her own, so low on its own raving madness.

Lucyne needed to support of her pack regardless of whether they knew it or not.

Second after second passed, before it became minute after minutes, and eventually an hour or so passed in that same silent blackness. And then her knight in twisted armor showed himself, along with that little slut he called his Mesmer. She snarled at the sight of her, but said nothing to Briseis. She did not care for the innocent life that resided in that battered, broken body. Instead her attentions turned to the darkly handsome brute that wound his way around her, and without a word she whipped her head nipped at his shoulder, she stood, her tail swishing with sass. And slowly she began to turn with them as if they had twined together in a dance of the deadly. Her backlit rubies looked into his, a sinister grin creeping across her façade. You seem… Off. What is it that troubles you, Lucaya mine? Lucyne giggled eerily, Lucyne, my darling. She said it as if there was nothing wrong with the fact she had so abruptly changed her name, but there was no need to reminisce of that sorrowful pity she had delved into. She had changed, and for the stronger. Maybe there was a maturity to rise out of this death, this destruction to her family had broken a string in her that had kept a childish side to her. Those children that remained had left to fend for themselves and they would continue to do so, she would not need them any longer until she found herself on the other side. As for who that would be, she already knew. The strongest, against all odds it had seemed was Diosa. She was the only female pup left of that litter she had saved.

A scent crossed her nares piquing her interest, as there were few in these lands who resided as mortal wolves. This one had long since called this place home, Akuji was the title of that wolf trapped in the body, and the one in control called himself Perdere. That was why he had thrived in this place. There was not one, but two wolves in that one body, both of them sick in their own ways. It was not she that he addressed first though, Oh how cute, Draven, you brought a toy. Can I play with her? I’ll make sure not to get too rough… a soft maniacal laugh broke from her lips, pulling herself to a stop at the front of her position, watching the kalak bow before her. Perdere, in full, reporting for duty. I regret to inform you that my better half shall not be joining the party anytime soon. Controls are mine fully, and I have no intention of allowing that to change. Now… Why exactly do you want us all here, vampire Queen? She nodded her head respectfully, Well I’m glad to see that you find yourself in full control Perdere. Please send Akuji my regards. As for my point in calling all of you, there has been a change in succession of this throne. As it has come to my attention to lackadaisical lives my children lead, or rather I should say in past tense, led. A grimaced snarl crossing her lips, Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable Perdere.

Ah my daughter, Diosa. Glad one of my children could show their mother respect. The peppered ess padded in, no emotions spread across her face. She was cold to the touch and to those around her. She had lost her siblings and those she called her family, so she had gone to wandering herself. She stayed close to the packlands, but nonetheless distant. Her greeting was cool, before she took her place beside her Queen and mother. She said nothing more to either of them or that little slave that was held here by Draven’s command. And just as suddenly as her daughter had arrived, there came another soul. A new vampire, as it seemed the change had been successful. There in the soft fold of his neck and shoulder was a blood mark. He said nothing as he approached, but his gaze seemed to be sealed to her daughter. Only fleetingly had he glanced to her, before honing in on the peppered bodice of Diosa. He sat close to her as if tied to her by strings, only she controlled.

Lucyne smiled deviously, before standing tall once more and walking forward to address everyone, hoping that eventually the last of her children would show to this meeting. Welcome all, as we gather here under this moonlit night, I cannot say it comes on the wings of doves. Harbingers of death have knocked on my door, my daughter died in the bonds of these bogs, and my son’s body was dropped carelessly at my borders. Must I dare say I have never wanted to dearly to feel the throbbing pulse of a wolves heart in my mouth. A vicious snarl ripped out of her throat. In the wake of this loss, I will rename my heir to be Diosa. Though I daresay it ought to be long before she takes my place. I also task you all, regardless of rank to pursue information from other packs. Although only mortals may approach Dierne Hrof, if they dare with the scent of Caidir Olc on their hide. I ask each of you to conduct yourself in some activity, this pack will not falter in the wake of death for that is what we vampires are borne of. Lucyne looked over each of them, they were small in size, but this could change, she could gather more of them eventually. The sick and twisted flocked together and Caidir was the perfect place for them to come together. Together they lived in insanity and she ruled with a maniacal grasp. Am I understood?

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When her sight goes red again

~ Lucyne ~ Diosa, Leviathan, Rohan ~ Queen of Caidir Olc ~ Lustful ~ Alesana ~