He wasn't a bad man. A bit slow, maybe, but never cruel or demanding of her. Smart enough to not fall for all of her suggestions. Kind enough to look after the poor. A generally well-loved king. But weak. And frivolous. And taking for granted the wealth that she had supplied.

But not for much longer. No, tonight would be the last night she would suffer these insults. The last night she would smile and nod at the simpleton to her right. To laugh at his dry, humorless jokes while her husband told his own. She looked at her husband's trusted advisor, the man she had been sleeping with since before she even married the pathetic king-to-be. A small tug at the corner of his mouth let her know that all was going as it should. Soon. Very soon.

So she laughed. And smiled. And ate. She was the perfect queen after all. As usual, the last course was her husband's favorite: a heavy tart drowned in sweet sauces and surrounded with exotic fruit. The fool licked his lips in delight as his guests let out an appreciative murmur. The queen never cared for the dessert, too rich for her liking. But tonight, she was looking forward to the dessert course the most. For in that decadent sauce was her key to the kingdom. The taster came and took a sample of the dessert, nodding at his excellency. The queen smiled to herself as the advisor rushed him out of the room, knowing that he would be the first, but no the last, casualty of the night.

A nod from the advisor to the king, and the king took his first bite, his eyes lighting up at the taste. Now, everyone else was allowed to taste. The queen smiled, taking a small bite and letting that infernal richness wash over her tongue. Soon.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the large table of royalty and nobility ate their dessert. Again, there was laughing and joking and tomfoolery. The queen pursed her lips, careful to make sure she was not looking at the king too suspiciously. She finished her dessert well after he had finished his. He whispered a dry joke into her ear, which she pretended to be amused by. More time passed as the plates were cleared and more wine was brought in at the king's request.

Surely enough time had passed? A small bead of sweat ran down her back as she glanced at the advisor once again. Again, there was a twitch at his mouth. Everything was alright, then? She examined his face for as long as she dared to find some telling sign. Meanwhile, the king began to one of the five stories he told at every banquet, while the guests politely nodded as if they had not heard it thirteen times already. More sweat dripped down the queen's back.

Why was nothing happening? And why was it so damned hot in there? Her cheeks were flushed with frustration as she laughed as the appropriate points in her husband's story. The advisor had disappeared from the room. Damn it. Where did he go? Something had gone wrong, surely. Could he not poison the wine her husband drank? Wine. She was so...thirsty. She downed the rest of her glass and gestured for a servant to refill it. As he poured the wine, she noticed her back was soaked with sweat...and the heat was overbearing. She called another servant to fan her. Her husband glanced at her, the smallest smidgen of concern on his face. But she waved him away to finish his story. He obliged.

As the story finally came to a close, the heat and thirst became unbearable. She would sooner die than faint in front of all of these people. She uttered an excuse of needing some air to her husband, but he did not turn to her. Damn him. She made a move to leave, but her feet would not follow her. Her body would not move. And why could she no longer feel the fan of the servant? She opened her mouth to snap at him, but no sound came out. She tried again. Nothing. She tried to reach for her wine glass, but her arm would not move. It was so damned hot...and she felt so faint.

The sound of her body smacking against the table got the attention of her husband, as well as the rest of the party. Her wine glass toppled over and wine spilled all over her perfectly curled hair. The feeling in her limbs was slowly fading away, as was her sight. She looked to where the advisor had been and saw he had returned, with that same expression on his face that everything was going as planned. It was the last sight she saw: betrayal. This was also the last sound she heard, her strength giving out as her husband whispered in her ear, "I knew who I married".

Then her sight and hearing were gone. And she was gone. The warmth of her body turning cold as the heart that would no longer beat.

I had no idea she was going to DIP her tail in the paint!! What a bad girl she was. She ran around the room covering it in various colors. When she finally wore herself out she laid in the middle.

The room ended up looking much better this way tho, so I went ahead and left it. My creative pet got to keep some paints too and color the room whenever the desire struck her!

This ended up being an expensive trip, but if it would make my pet happier I decided to go with it. I smiled at her and purchased all the paint and she wiggled her tail happily. Opening all the cans of paint and standing in front of the bare wall again I had no idea where to start. She went and DIPPED her tail in the paint!! What a bad girl she was. She ran around the room covering it in various colors. When she finally wore herself out she laid in the middle.

I looked around the room in awe. What she had done was much more than a simple paint job. How had she done all of this with her tail!! It was magnificent and made me smile. She had painted rainbows and skies and landscapes. The room screamed love and hope. I patted her head as she laid in the middle of the room. I left the paint in her room as well. If the itch ever struck her to change it she had the option.

oh my, as for subeta that would be my pet profiles -I am working on Pflaume atm

in RL I am struggeling with learning how to crochet

yes I wannt build a snowman - BUT I also have a unicorn and a bear ahead of me

Claret often waits until an unfortunate soul gets lost near her compound. In addition to common vampiric powers, she had the ability to control the cold elements around her. She will freeze the traveler in place, then will puncture the ice at the neck and drain some delicious liquid for a meal. She does not always suck a victim completely dry though. She sometimes will leave the victim floating in their block of ice, slowly draining their warm sustenance into the river. If she is lacking in supply, it is said she might leave her dwelling and go on the hunt in nearby villages, so those living there are reminded to keep their doors and windows locked.....