Draped in rosy reds and adorned with a creamy ruff, two jewels like carnelian settled in her pretty face.
LET ME SHOW YOU HOW CRUEL THIS WORLD CAN BE.
As cunning as she is beautiful, as graceful as she is merciless.
IT FALLS TO ME TO PLACE THE TRUTH BEFORE YOUR EYES, IN ALL ITS UGLINESS.
Her childhood memories a blur, days riddled with pungent medicinal herbs that made her muzzle shrivel in annoyance, though she was told these things would cure her long sickness in time. The pathetic state of being the sickly child was not lost on her- apparent from the beginning when her siblings were kept away from her residence, and onlookers were shooed from the den by her protective mother. And while there were days she appreciated the solitude, in her solitude she played in her own mind instead, and found herself.
IT'S TRAGIC... SUCH WHOLEHEARTED DEVOTION, RENDERED MEANINGLESS BY CIRCUMSTANCE.
It's not a question of real cruelty. It's more the question of what defines cruelty, what is truly right and wrong. In a realm where mortal lives come and go in the cosmic blink of an eye, how much importance does each individual hold? When millennia pass, the world changing ever so slowly, would it be wrong to prioritize the greater good of the clan over mortal woes? Is it cruel to crack eggs to make an omelette?
D E O R W I N E
She gets her elegance from mommy Celnes and her evil from daddy Vengeance.