rxsenqueen:

                     <sub>——- Warmongering wraith, she is a predator; a stoic marionette of humanistic origin
                     who witnesses life through various shades of red. Tongue to gluttonous teeth as she
                     slips among the wet, decrepit foliage of this place. Forks. A realm so green and bare
                     that she could have sworn she had been thrust back to days of old. When Kingdoms
                     had been separated justly by insurmountable leagues and the greed-laced sins of
                     hedonistic kings. When royalty and courtly culture had been her game of choice,
                     this supernatural wraith that slips further still. Slinking forth only until the sudden
                     scent of other catches her focus. At which point she stops & reassess. Stoic demeanor
                     run through with a scarlet smile and kindness. 

                              ” Is someone there? “</sub>

                    _{—-She was her own queen, you see. A spitfire goddess in human flesh and heels. Attitude cautious, yet not without a hint of annoyance. This woman was in their territory, and the last time one had come so close to them they threatened her family. So, caution was a given, with hands upon her hips and venom dripping from her tongue. When she spoke she spoke with all the ferocity she could muster.}

                             _{’ I should be asking you that—-
                      Why are you here? ’}