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Viviana Wingfield
The field had once been home to a whole kingdom, buildings crumbled and remains rotting away on the ground, the castle still somewhat intact. The previous princess had been the cause of her own demise, having a forbidden relationship with another kingdom's prince. Having been ratted out, a war broke out and millions died, reducing everything to rubble. It now acts as a human's hide-out, a former royal descendant, a Warlord to be specific. Striding through the left-overs, inhuman red eyes examined their surroundings, the frame of a female draped in a black dress of silk, matching black gloves coming up to her elbows. She looked like a queen, except for the missing crown. A blood-red rose was tangled in her hair with black crow feathers sticking from it.
Upon spotting something in the rubble, she carefully crouched down and rummaged through, she found nothing but something shiny. It wasn't until she heard footsteps that she knew it was a trap. She was then tackled, her vision going dark as a hand blocked her sight, a sudden searing pain racking over her neck. The intensity of it made her want to scream out. She felt like death had her in it's clutches and was strangling her, neck stiff in a death grip. Then, unconsciousness took over as her feet gave away.
As dawn broke out, Viviana sat up on her heels, yawning and rubbing her eyes. She rose to her feet with a dry, aching throat, glancing around curiously. Shrugging off the feeling in her throat was a mistake. Once finding a source of water, she scooped up some water in her hand, gulping it down, yet it didn't help. That was when she caught a glimpse of her reflection. A sharp gasp left her as a hand flew up to clamp over her mouth, staring back at her now bright red hues. Her former sapphire green eyes were gone, replaced with red. Her skin slightly paler, it's change barely visible, yet it was obvious it had changed.
That had occurred years ago. She was now accustomed to her changes. Yet going without a professional to teach her, Viviana always had her moments of insanity, but it rarely occurred. She had been observing a camp of five men and decided to capture them as her own meat-bags. Since she had watched them for quite awhile, she came to learn their names; Berwald, Tino, Lukas, Emil, and Mathias.
