Her own kin was a special, unique beauty

They kept to themselves, and refused to explain their faults.

Afraid of the world, afraid of the harm it will cause.

Yet each day, bring a smile to the mothers face.

To keep her beloved child safe. She found you, entrusting you.

Seeing how you both interact, how her own creation finally looks happy.

She thought she could finally rest.

But when has the world not been cruel?

With the moonlight illuminating the crime behind her.

Finding her flesh and blood, mangled before her at the door.

No life present, not even a smile upon the corpse.

Within that moment... all emotion was turned to one intent.

Malice.

A mothers scorn cannot be ignored.

Run, Fight, or victimize.

All you will experience, is hell.

Godspeed.

Dead Le Dove: Gore, Mayhem, Manipulation, Death.