Dragoncrest Cliffs Take Me Back.

it was an early brand of vengeance, nearly biblical in its execution but hardly more than nascent play. sobeille withdrew, satisfied — the only thing to have been sweeter than the taste of victory was to hear the squall of her fallen brethren. 

she retracted, sulky gaze upon thibault, whose rounded back kissed the earth and chubby legs reached skyward. 

perhaps the earliest form of a smile appeared on her cherubic features, which then buried contently into the folds of her mother, seeking milk to whet down her newfound appetite for violence.