Alternate realities [Zara/aw]

The cloaks of death rode on hallow grounds. The scythe that cut the world to shreds gently carried the sinner along the bloody red road. The fractures of dreams and life slipped freely from her parted jaws. The beating of a kingdoms heart still clung to its very ivory prison. Violet eyes sang with truth, as the light seemed to flicker in an abandon shell. Consciousness had slipped the moment words were broken and agreements were turned to ashes. A life had been forfeit and so the mind did break.

What turned the wheels to her strings? Made the master withdraw her all together and leave the shell of a murder wandering the path of justice alone? No, she had not stolen a life with ill intent. Her nobility was not to be questioned. She had painted the scene before them before the swords had clashed. Set in stone the rules of engagement and the opposing force had committed treason. So why the puppet master came out to play was beyond her comprehension.

She followed the road to her redemption. Where the kingdom of thorns and roses awaited her. It was a new world to be given life. With blood, manipulation, and deception. They would paint the world that everyone wanted. She would be the face upon the throne. She would give the orders and keep her mind at bay, so long as her master was in the shadows breathing it all into her lovely ears. The burning lights of dimming worlds stirred as the aroma of home clicked into her memories. This was where she had carried the traditions. Where she had spoken words to those beneath her. Now, those ears and lives belonged to her. She would demand their loyalty if they chose to remain with in the Realm of Lentajin.

The strings fell as she touched the new realms grounds. The light that had faded found clarity once more as the monster walked the outskirts of her new home. She pushed along the bushes, marked what ever she touched, and claimed this world as her own. A new wonderland for her to rule along side her master. She wondered if Zara had found her way home. To the kingdom she had sent the ghost of death to claim in her honor. She had brought with her the proof of her accomplish. Her body adorned in the gore and blood of the broken queen but most importantly the heart that she had so thoughtfully stolen.

The smell of water called to her. She pondered on if she would wash away the evidence of her execution or allow the aroma of death and Sade to stain her fur for her master to witness. Something else lingered in the depths of her being. It was a small flicker of orbs in the dark abyss waiting to find their hearts. Their songs would find the world soon enough and the madness that infected her would bypass the next generation for they had not witness the tragedy that had broken their mothers mind to begin with