Blood of your blood

When the night came, the dark Mendacium shall rise. The darkness had always been a nich, her home as under then mantle of the night doing her many villainies would be easier and less problematic to sneak and take away lives from whatever she would find. With a dried out heart, there was little regard to life, to anyone or anything she would see as lesser, everyone but her family deserved nothing but perish under their wrath. Eyes of icy cold desires, lurked around, as the cold wind flew through the woods.

She sniffed, she tasted the wind, to both catch any intruders or just anything to sink her jaws into.