kseizna
There is no place in this world for the weak.
That is a lesson Kseizna has learned many times, and it has only served to remind her - time and time again - of the circumstances that had befallen her. The same circumstances that led her here, an unwilling stranger dropped into a sea of new faces. Being a stranger wasn't new to her - but she had forgotten what it was like to not know anyone around her.
Alas, when Ismene was slaughtered at the crown torn from her head, it had served as the final nail in the coffin of Kseizna's fate. A fate she had, long ago, resigned herself to with quiet dignity. But life had strange ways of becoming upturned, whether through design or deliberate intervention, and so it happened that she was here.
With the forest at her back and a sea of green in front of her, Kseizna knows there is nothing holding her back. The adrenaline singing through her veins sends a tingle down her spine, a deep shiver that quakes her delicate muscles. Like a serpent, she slithers through the trees, a cold-blooded queen on the hunt for her next meal. And it had been far too long since she had indulged.
Indeed, if there was an adequate word to describe Kseizna, it was gluttonous. She feels nothing for no one, her only purpose to conquer and consume - power, riches, sex, it is hers for the taking, and taking is what she is best at.
The serpent-woman smiles at this thought as she pauses, frigid eyes peering out over the meadow laden with bodies and ripe for the picking. The familiar scent of pine and sap fills her nose, and with it comes a twisted sense of nostalgia; a longing for a home that she knows she cannot go back to. But with it, there is a spark of determination, a steely resolve backed by a razor-sharp tongue and a sharp mind. Yes, she thinks, I will do well here.
((ooc: i'm still getting a feel for her.))
