Killing one's own mother was something that should traumatize a child. Yet Kara had taken it in stride, embracing the darker instincts and savouring her new-found freedom. For the first time in her life she was happy, able to indulge in whatever crimes she desired to, and to create new friend for herself.
Another successful foray into the human world had ended with her stolen bottle filled with fresh milk, a treat which paired nicely with the stale and mouldy bread she had stolen. It had also filled her ears with rumours, whispers of a child who was like her. Another little girl, one who had made a nursemaid flee with terror with a single word, upon who’s lap even the most savage of beasts would lay their head with nary a thought of violence.
In fact she had lingered far too long to hear the tales, enamoured at the thought of the little princess with whom she shared so much. Sharp teeth, an appetite that would make mortal men seem like fussy infants, a fondness for running with wolves. It all sounded like a tale told to scare children into behaving, yet the little creature saw herself in those stories, or at least someone with whom she shared a sort of odd kinship.
Perhaps the villagers would not notice the similarities between the two. Not many would compare a princess with a sharp-toothed feral beast that kept stealing the milk from their dairy cows. The stories though, they spoke of animals, something Kara could not help but consider as the supposedly ferocious guard dogs simply wagged their tails and begged for pets.
Even upon her discovery and the inevitable flight from the small farm the beast was not about to run far, merely retreating to the forest to consume her newly acquired bounty and to mull over the fresh information.
Once she was done Kara made her decision, seeking out the castle she had heard so much about. It was not difficult for her to make her way inside, the night hiding her from the sights of any guards who may have been keeping an eye out for intruders.
Up the walls she went, until she was perched on the ledge outside a room where she spotted another child sleeping. Laying her half-finished bottle of milk on the window-ledge as a gift she then coaxed Eve out of her hair, sending the little skeleton in to investigate, and see if the little girl was truly like her.
@faircstcfall gets a starter
