08-17-2015, 12:29 PM
She was special and she knew it. How could she not be? She was daddy's perfect little girl. More delicate and pretty than her mother, and the only one with her father's iron. She was born to make him proud. It certainly didn't hurt that the precious little girl had a sadistic streak a mile wide. To be fair she tolerated the mothers, and adored her father. But it was her brothers who held her affection. Nicia loved her brothers more than anything in her tiny world. Kult with his flat uncaring stare, and Kirin with his beautiful coloring and mighty wings. They were perfect for each other, those three. Each brought a different form of torture to the table. Even Fraktyr held a piece of her heart, though he was far too kindly to be much use. Nicia liked to keep him around purely for her own entertainment.
Today Nicia left the side of the mothers in favor of her own curiosity. It was after all a sign of a good ruler if they knew their land, and once she was old enough she would follow in her father's footsteps. And as it was the mothers were boring her today. Killgore was fun to listen to most of the time and Branka gave her nourishment, but they didn't feel the desire to maim and murder like her brothers did. Not that torture was all they thought of, it was just a game they liked to play. It was her brother Kult's favorite. How often had they looked at the bones and insides of small creatures together? He was always kind enough to show her his latest trophies and she loved him for it, but her pleasure came from the lure and the chase.
It wasn't long until she saw the winged shadow of her favorite brother. Squealing happily she danced in place, waiting for him to land so that she rush to his side for a cuddle. No matter what, she would always have her older brother by her side. Once she was grown they would rule together, luring the weak and unsuspecting to their demise.
With a happy laugh she prances around her favorite purple brother, gently tugging on his wingtips and rubbing against his sides like a cat. "Hi big brother! How was your flight today?" The little girl is all sweet smiles and wide eyes showing a side reserved only for Kirin.
Today Nicia left the side of the mothers in favor of her own curiosity. It was after all a sign of a good ruler if they knew their land, and once she was old enough she would follow in her father's footsteps. And as it was the mothers were boring her today. Killgore was fun to listen to most of the time and Branka gave her nourishment, but they didn't feel the desire to maim and murder like her brothers did. Not that torture was all they thought of, it was just a game they liked to play. It was her brother Kult's favorite. How often had they looked at the bones and insides of small creatures together? He was always kind enough to show her his latest trophies and she loved him for it, but her pleasure came from the lure and the chase.
It wasn't long until she saw the winged shadow of her favorite brother. Squealing happily she danced in place, waiting for him to land so that she rush to his side for a cuddle. No matter what, she would always have her older brother by her side. Once she was grown they would rule together, luring the weak and unsuspecting to their demise.
With a happy laugh she prances around her favorite purple brother, gently tugging on his wingtips and rubbing against his sides like a cat. "Hi big brother! How was your flight today?" The little girl is all sweet smiles and wide eyes showing a side reserved only for Kirin.
Nicia
Is it sick of me to need control of you
(ooc: sorry it's kinda garbage :/)