First Impressions
The Cannibal Queen. The woman that ran a portion of these lands had returned to stake her claim once again. Her pad falls might as well have been gracious war drums to any of those who heard. She had left the lands due to unfortunate circumstances. Pregnancy. Yet, against her will the creatures that grew within her gut had been terminated by the gods themselves before they got to see the light of day. It was a time of turmoil for the pristine babe. For, she was scared that she lacked the ability to produce a proper heir to her throne. Only those of the Finnvi blood should have the right to take up her place as the Queen of their name. Yet, she knew one other stood. Katja, a long reigning Queen. Or so that is what she gathered. She would have to ask around to presume that the woman was still in power. Perhaps she would even seek out the woman? Though, it was obvious they would never.. see eye to eye. Schon's mother being Svanerna and all. The tar pits, home to nothing but bubbling black shit. It smelled of gas, disgusting and unnatural scents. The lanky girl weaved through the narrow paths before her eyes fell upon another black figure, but it was alive. An obsidian femme. The Queen's head tilted to the side, her blood red eyes trained on the woman as a laugh flowed into her perked ears. What could this insolent being be laughing about? Schon slowly moved towards the beast, craning her neck forward to observe a corpse that was half way out of the tar. Schon wrinkled her nose, her tri colored muzzle making waves to expose her divine pearly whites. The cannibal shook her head for a moment, ignoring the next burst of laughter as she came up on the other being. "You laugh at the dead." Her German accent was quite clear within her illustrious tones. Her body rolled as the lady moved to stand to the side of the obsidian toned creature before her. Perhaps, to get a good look at her face. The bleeding gaze of her majesty was fine pointed. A little sneer was clear across her inky lips, obviously not amused. Despite the lanky fae's immoral values and lack of touch with reality. She had respect for those that lost their lives. Even if it was prey to tar, it was a dismal death that should be pitied non the less. This all ties in her consumption of those the conquered, to allow their spirits to live on. Through herself. Schon awaited a response, her tail low but her posture straight and strong. "speech" |