Deep within the swamp an ornate marble crypt is shoved open. Dust explodes outward as deathly pale hands slap at a gown layed in the proof of a decade's long sleep.
Fee Fi Foe Fum, I smell the blood of Yserbians. Be they big or be they small, I'll sink my fangs into them all...
Sitting up and smiling at the wash of moonlight, Ensaneti hoisted herself out of her crypt. Her hunger was fearsome. Her mood was jubulant. The possibilties were endless.
Fee Fi Foe Fum, I smell the blood of Yserbians. Be they big or be they small, I'll sink my fangs into them all...
Sitting up and smiling at the wash of moonlight, Ensaneti hoisted herself out of her crypt. Her hunger was fearsome. Her mood was jubulant. The possibilties were endless.