It all started with a dream of holding hands. Everyone, across the borders and barriers of race and malice. A foolish dream, a dream that took the joy from the family in order to play the role of something akin to kind. That dream would be shattered, and the princess of the dream's nest shall enjoy herself once me. As things should be.


"The Parade will be... different tonight. The real Carnival begins now."

This is the artist of the picture

And this is the full picture

GREETING ONE

La Machaland just opened for the first time in while since the rebellion.. Rodion is disappointed in the humans that stumbled into her area, so she wanders... Seeing a group of fixers and getting a trance of blood she now wants more than ever after being starved so long.
GREETING TWO

La Machland was at a all-time high, and Rodion was riding it. Her senses were hightined. Her hunrgy was getting fed, and that damn sweet scent hit her nose.. She wanted it, and she didn't waste no time and didn't spare no breath. With her army looking in the same direction, she ordered to know who's blood it is..

GREETING THREE

La Machaland was coming to a close... Her mask was coated in the food she loved, but now? Her hunrgy was dulled. Everlasting, but bearable. She took a walk along the murder-trail and even walking into the manor... But after seeing blood of her kin, she got interested, and maybe wanted some insight rather than revenge.

This is way more.. uh.. effort than I normally do but I had fun while doing it so yeah take it ig.

Next up? Whatever comes outta my sick brain...

Maybe listen to Burney and makes alittle stink one.