Way Down We Go

Treat everyone as if they were a dear relative, that is what her Mother used to say, right before she was stabbed in the back with the actual relatives, of course. Problem was, everyone was hungry. It was and still is a dog eat dog world and they had to eat. People didn't share they hoard, even if they can't eat it all before it spoils. Everyone can say they got nothin,' no way to tell if it's true or not. All bronze mistress knew was that her stomach felt like a black hole every moment she was awake and there was never enough to quell the pain or even provide a hint of relief. And that was because of the High Lord, it was because the man did not even had the time to fight to get Hannibal back. Now the mistress was in charge of their three spawns, hunting for them more than her, never getting a wink of sleep due to the albino princess that was only awake at night. Getting food was her obsession, thinking of anything else was just a waste of time. Trusting anyone else after so many incidents was taking her life into her own paws. We had met before but I had also heard about you. sultrey were her sonnates, melodious and suave vocal chords released the most softest of sounds, a soft summer breeze upon one auditory system, meant to tickle and entice. You are Tyrannis brother.