Boartusk Heights maduro

a slight amusement twisted a crooked smile onto the vampiress. precious things, beastly things. their fangs needed to be sharpened, afterall, if they were to be called nocturne. why not towards themselves with the mediation of their mother.

but her smile drops from a weight that dawns on her. how much had their father missed since their births? what was the point of marriage if she is the only one to watch as their fledglings leave the safety of her wings and clutch, to begin to fly on their own? why chase him here if she could've had them within her old palace walls.
when there were more? when they had so much more than now, where they continue to be trampled. disrespected. for once, the vampiress is reminded of her heart through an ache.

vincent. she calls out as he reached for a delicate ear of his sister. narrowing crimson eyes, the queen finally steps in. you will have your own room. the both of you have earned your keep. a pale paw separates the pudgy bodies from their tango. there are plenty of rooms to pick still, my son. but you will lose them all if you remain stubborn, and continue to fight what is not yours.