From the very moment her eyes opened, her mother has chastised her. Not her existence; Topsail had willingly put herself under the Dark God and willingly bore him another child. For all her faults, Topsail saved her womb for those worthy of filling it. Unlike all of the others though, 'Nista was inherently strange. Spooky and unnerving, as if something has gone wrong during the building of her. By all appearances, she was perfect, but inwardly? There was an emptiness in her soul, in her emotions, that unnerved even a former Queen of the Valley.
Some say monsters aren't born, they are made. But she's always had the making of a monster.
He steps towards her and instead of moving backwards, she stiffens her posture and meets his gaze. Her leathery wings flair further, the tiny claw at the tip flexing in anticipation. She knows she would lose in a battle of brute strength; she simply doesn't care. Mortality isn't something she's overly concerned with. To be afraid of dying would mean being afraid of death itself, and she is more curious than afraid when it comes to such matters.
The glow emanating from him bleeds into the fog surrounding her. The glow swirls upwards and through the mist, finally reaching her eyes. They reflect the light back at him, but the light will find nothing else here. Only a void, something that consumes but does not return. His next words are another veiled threat, and again she flashes her teeth at him, her wing claw angling towards him. "You could try, I suppose. But then we would both have to bleed, and that does seem a shame." she says, a lilt to her voice that matches the tilt to her head. In a strange way, the emptiness within her feeds her bravery, and she closes the gap between them, her nose nearly touching his. He smells of pine and something sweet but sickly. She inhales deeply, her eyes never leaving his as she invades his space. His next question brings another giggle, and she steps back and shrugs her small shoulders nonchalantly. "If I were a monster, I'd be the kind with sharp teeth and a hungry belly. I'd want to stay pretty though, so no one was afraid of me. That makes it easier to sneak up on them. Sneak up on them and eat them up." she finishes with a nod. "What is your name, skeleton boy? My mother named me Sanguinista, but you can call me 'Nista for short."
-Sanguinista-
the moon is my sun & the night is my day...blood is my life & you are my prey
@Ghoulish
Ooc- here, have some rambling! this went off the rails and I apologize lmao