Grieve the Evil Child

Tiana?s large frame hauled itself across the mountains, a psychotic laugh breaching her muzzle in the process. The young and lanky girl, was by any standards, a crazy bitch. Her back leg, which was brown in color, had the faintest scar stretching up it. In her mind it was nothing, just a bit to show the loss, the loss of another?s life. She had been in a fight and that was the only sign that she was even in a fight, well over than her being half blind. The prideful woman carried herself tall, her mind warping into a state of delirium. New plans swirled in her mind and a wicked grin crossed her. ?My oh? my, who to torture now? Surely I can find myself a kingdom to overthrow. I must, must have my crown.? The small grin faded away.


Did no one know that Neutral Evil could not be bargained with? All the wolves she had met had been bumbling idiots, but this time it had to be different. She had to get the sly and cunning under her control, and then she might be able to live in a world of discord. That would be her world and a fun world indeed. She strived to find conflict to live off of, to feed off of. She felt no pity for those who had lost their lives to her, no, they were nothing compared to her. She was a goddess in her own mind, and she intended to find others who thought the same. Others deserved to perish. She could get away with anything she wanted to after all.