Deepwood Weald Blood Cult

Then why are you here? If your not one of us 'like minded freaks'? It dawned on her, as she spoke the words, why she was here? She had listened to Abaddon's little speech and introduction. Had watched as Tuvaq put the little coy out of his misery. It seemed the only one that might have been anything like her was the man which had set up this little gathering. But even he, and his little brother, were off limits. It made this whole situation rather, sad. 

I am Rosina. She spoke, taking a few steps, angling her side to them, circling slowly. Just your little white witch. Her voice, as airy and light as ever, her smile, dazzling. Faking an air of politeness, proper and sweet nature was kinda her thing. She stops, bright blue eyes sweeping over them. And I crave children. To which her eyes locked upon Death. Unknowingly to him, she had nearly taken a kin of his for herself not long ago. 

Would they shun her, push her out? Likely. Would she care? Not at all.