09/05/2022  The Feeding She is from another time, an ancient time, an ancient place.  Being one of the ones who have never stepped out from the Abyss, in any form or name, she only has the memories and experiences of the lost souls and misguided bloodbags of mortal flesh to go by on.  The blood of her enemies, the celestials and angels she has warred with also contains helpful memories.  Before she finally meets this pretty Wolf, nearby yet far enough, there is a sudden thirst that needs to be sated.  Out from the dark, she grabs a man walking home from work.  Gripping the back of the man's neck, she pushes him forward and slams.  The bite is quicker than anything, her victim's jaw is crushed, his blood instantaneously drained.  Not one drop is left and Crimson lets this human drop. 06: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

07/18/2022  A Crimson Night Unlike her sister, Crimson Night is almost entirely different.  Crimson had remained deep in the Abyss in her personal realm long after their internal war within their kind, and after their wars with other equal species of power from the elemental realms and the heavens.  Her species died out, with factions of their race killing each other, or their enemies continued to slaughter them.  Not only that, the ones they conquered in the Abyss rebelled, and so their children. Her sister is the Queen.  She is the Knight.  It is necessary to keep her sister alive by any means necessary.  Though her sister is powerful, and her sister is the Mother, times change and the Ages Before Ages came to an end in a bloody civil war and rebellion.  Crimson must protect Mother.  Protect Mother, Crimson did and will continue to do.  With brutality and blood.  Her sister's existence continued, the knowledge of her sister remained, even after her sister's twisted path that led her to have the Universe and Reality itself as her enemies. Not entirely different, yet different, utterly remaining primal and primeval in her sexual desires.  Her sister, the Mother, has made her way out of the Abyss and into all the realms and worlds through cults and intermediaries for the divines they have hate-filled distaste towards.  Crimson remains in the Abyss, never seeking worship or cults in her name, never seeking to be anywhere else besides in the Abyss, until now.  Her first step outside the Abyss, outside her world of primeval and Medival, stepping on Earth. Her sister has an itch, figured out a way to evolve, to get at that itch through flesh.  Crimson has only her flesh she has had for eons.  Like she has bathed in it, it is soaked into her flesh.  Blood, death, violence, brutality, pain, and darkness.  A warrior forged in the primeval Ages of the Abyss and the omens that comes with her.  Her sister's omens is a pale moon, a pale night.  Crimson's omens is a crimson night, a living darkness night. Somewhere near, her sister has been here.  Somewhere near her sister is a Daughter of the Moon, a Wolf, that is connected to her sister.  Time in the Abyss, time that passes Crimson by, flows differently.  Her sister has been busy.  Crimson Night takes it all in, allowing herself to find her sister, or this pretty wolf. Finally, there is another sign, of Something That Should Not Be comes to Lynne Kastellanos' world. 09: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

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