[mature] Wake me up when all this is over ; Krone.

[Deathwish]

Deathwish

im a DIY pioneer, they tryna get involved

This was indeed what she lives for. Playing God, toying with life like it was a puppet on a string. Hell, all the residents of this island would look so much better from her rather special ministrations. The idea of her cousin Klaudius sporting one less testicle (not that he was all that manly to begin with), or his eyeball sliding down his face like jelly made her happy. Her skin tingled with the thought of it, and she found that she was rather turned on by the thought of maiming her family members. The Cove was long dissipated, and yet it seemed that the descendants of Kirin - including some of his own children - were inevitably drawn together like magnets.

It would explain the way Deathwish has been coupling with Maugrim like a rabbit before the Apocalypse.

She sneered. The rest of them were beneath her - they didn't have the same penchant for death, they didn't smell right. They didn't look right. Their blood was tainted, and they were simple lower class troglodites who weren't the least bit selective in their choice of bedfellow. At least her Grandmere couldn't say she was afraid to 'Keep it in the Family.'

And so, when DW sees Krone, she speaks with a sense of serenity that only a Coveling could bring - DW finds that she is listening. She gets up, and releases the fish from her little game - by blasting his belly once more and watching him float to the top. His decay would be much faster than his brothers, and they would eat his remains. As she walks toward Krone's side of the pond, she sets her gaze on her green tipped cousin.
"My father was the one who named me, not my mother. And my father was no Coveling." She snorts derisively, as they are all wont to do. But at the heart of it all, the message was clear.

I hate you, but you're family. So I hate you less than everyone else. Also, I'm probably slightly attracted to you.

So is the case here.

Krone is oozing power, and she's green. Green like rotting death and mould. Green like Maugrim. Her voice is silky smooth, exotic in flavor. "You're bathing in Klaudius scent, dearest cousin. I see I'm not the only one who subscribes to family thought. Maybe next time you'll choose someone with better taste?" The intent is clear, the emotion is there. The eroticism---the

HORMONES!

Fuck you, Maugrim.

yippee kiyay ahh yea, bout to set it off

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