Valka
A trip to the dungeons without questions meant I had to commit a grave crime. I couldn't tell for sure what Lucien was planning, but this I could do.
I chose the crime. And the time. And the place.
The revel is as boring as every other. Laughter. Dances. Wine. Not so subtle fondlings here and there. Shy looks and giggles hidden behind fans. The celebration is to the coming conquer of Ebonheart. Tomorrow, they sack the kingdom and raze it to the ground. Tomorrow, all goes to hell for us 'beasts'. Tomorrow is the start of a new empire, where all life is equal.
Nonsense, if you asked me.
My eyes run over the crowd, the fresh filing of my fangs still bleeding in my mouth. I'd done it myself this time. Picked up the blade and scraped until I had human teeth. Cut the growth on my healing ears, and waited for minutes, watching it try stitch itself together.
It hadn't.
