(adj.) MYSTERIOUS AND ENTRANCING, BEYOND ORDINARY UNDERSTANDING

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LOCATION
KINGDOM OF RAVARYN

HER RIGHT, SAPPHIRE EYE drowns in sorrow, the blossoming rage that simpers through her veins. She is a creation of the wicked, a weapon born to kill those who stand in her way. Manipulated, moulded, and set on a pathway of destruction, she stands upon the ashes of who she once was.

Ominous dark clouds scatter across the sky, the crisp air bites at her cheeks, and at this moment, all she can think about is how the weather seems to mimic her mood. Unconsciously, her fingers trail upward, gliding her knuckle down the cool, silver indestructible mask. Hidden behind a midnight black cloak that shadows her prominent, defined cheekbones, she hums a slow lullaby she vaguely remembers as a child. And among the darkness, a lingering scent of herbs suffocates the air. With the faint sound of thunder, lightning flickers and dies on the horizon, following the heavy rainfall.

A breathy exhale shows her anticipation, snapping her head to the left when she hears the crunch of twigs in the distance. Her eyes light up in pleasure, and she can't help but smile coldly. Beyond the shelter of hollow trees, she listens to the piercing screams and pleas echoing through the forest—so vividly clear through torrential weather.

Swiftly, she slips towards the danger where the muffled cries grow loud. Dragging her finger down the edge of her blade to form a small cut, she lets the blood trail down her palm. The night creature snaps its head, sniffing the air inhumanly. Deranged carmine eyes peer at her in amusement, "The King's Slave." he purrs in mockery, licking his lips hungrily.

There's a burning itch to cut his tongue out and watch him bleed out, but she heeds no mind to it. The King's Slave, that's what she was referred to, and once Thana found a way to rid herself of the microchip, she would surely kill him too. "Watch what you say, else I may burn down Seldona," she pauses, "Oh wait, I was going to burn down that pathetic kingdom anyways."

Perhaps she would have been dead long ago, that is, if she wasn't who she was. The night creature hesitantly surveys his surroundings, not planning to outsmart her, but to escape. Good idea, she praises him. An underestimation of what she is capable of, and it's one that will cost him greatly. "You can't run," she insists, "Because you were dead the minute I saw you." Not a threat, but a sadistic promise. 

And she lunges with such precision and chilling speed that he never fully expects it. The blade cuts through the air, connecting with flesh, leaving him shrieking in agony. And it makes Thana scoff that he'll ultimately draw attention from nearby companions. Falling to his knees, he hisses at the touch of the sword. Colours of his kingdom, blue and green, flood in crimson. "G-Go to Hell!"

"Will you save me a place?" she purses her lips, bending down to maintain levelled eye contact. The sword itself won't kill him as there are only certain weapons that can, but there are far worse things than death. "You won't die yet," Thana enlightens him mischievously. "But how much pain can you endure before you wish I had killed you?"

He thrashes, unable to speak or scream. While night creatures have excellent natural healing abilities, it comes to an extent. Pain is inescapable. By then, the toxins should have spread throughout his entire body. She skims his blackened veins as a flow of liquid slips from his lips, watching as he gurgles in his own pain. Thana tosses her head back, completely soaked and numb. Gazing at the stars, she drowned out the sound of his distress, distracted by the thunder and lightning clashing. The sky splits in two, sending rumbles through the night. With the wrath of the wind, she shuts her eyes. 

Bitter glory, that's what this is. And despite the rain that washes the blood away, it can never wash away her sins.