Redhawk Caldera A morning of hunting rabbits and hares

A babe came out from the distance, but her coat was one of bright blood-reds. Those of the Moirai were black or they were white; they were nothing in between. But... but she had come to the summons. Clotho's sense of humor was as sick as it was skewed, and that she decide life for herself here, in a new body dressed in red, would be her cosmic joke to those Gods that thought her weak. She was defiant and cruel, but at the very least, she stuck to her duty.

"Come here, little girl," she summons again in a sing-song voice, "Come nearer to me, blood-red beauty," she paws at the earth, to appear meek and inviting both.