~blood.queens~

༒𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊༒

We are finished discussing. It's the third time this month that the Casa manus called us in for battle. We never had people like the cronai. If we knew who they where it would make life so much easier.

Igo to my tent, thinking of possibility's of their secret identity's, when i see a mauve and Emerald shimmering tail, disappearing into my tent. "Aurafin", i whisper quietly, pushing away the light violet linen of my tent. Entering i look right into her eyes, slightly shocked,  the closeness of her white gleaming teeth that she exposed while hissing.

"That's my girl", i say with a light smirk, a comment on her fierce battle cry. I also hiss getting a snaky smile from her and she departs too the back of my tent where our weapons lie. I take in the shining armour pieces, my head already thinking on which pieces to put on for this days battle.

Her snout slightly nudges her silver armour, showing me her discussion of protection. It's the one which the little green and purple shaded metal pieces that recreate scales. They can detach, leading them to fly at a very fast speed and slicing the target open. I made those weapons and armour for her, training together and always trying to improve strategies of killing our enemies.

Sure, she is strong on her own, but if you can have more, then always decide to taking it. "More is more", my father used to say, making my mother sadly smile and look at him as a failed experiment. Their marriage was an alliance form of use. You can still see that today. I really want to believe that they love one another but, hope and believing makes you weak. Especially if you know exactly that its false.

I don't have a person to love, the only one i do is a snake and a thing that's calling himself human, but with this dumbness he can hardly be one at all. I smile of the thought of Polytus and all the failed tries of getting knowledge or actually anything into his brain, if there even was one.

But let's say I'm independent. So really love is nothing for me. Cause i wont go to the battlefield, knowing i will leave "the one" behind. All these emotions don't do good, my father said, a respond to my six year old question if a warrior loves.

"You wont love a man or women", he continued, "but the feeling of your sword, the cries of your men in battle, the clinging of metal, the splatter of blood, the leather, metal and iron of armour, the clinking of your heavy boots, the wind that ruffles your hair on a mountain, the unity and fierceness of an army and the art of killing."

That struck to me as normal and sooner or later i did. Love. All the brutality and harshness of fighting. And killing is an art. All the technique and shocking beauty, that seem horrifying to some and exquisite to me. And i became a master in this art form. I don't swing my paintbrush, my needle, my violin bow or something, but knives, axes, swords, daggers, staves, spears, bows, arrows, blades, spikes, hammers.

And im proud of it. Being ruthless. Scary. Monstrous. Fearless. Savage. Brave. Vicious. And all that.

Being feared is something i always wanted to reach. And here i am, one of the most feared warriors of the Andarra. We are a folk of battle, fighting and killing. And just to say, we are immensely proud of it. We mainly live on Etruscan, the land of desserts and wilderness. The land of clans, each with a little colony and some land, which has to be protected by each.

Casa Manus is the top. The main clan, with Mateus as the "king" of Etruscan. He's not royal, because we don't call ourselves a monarchy but who cares. Democratic? No. The clan leaders are the one who decide, the others listen. My father does a good job. There was never a female leader so assumed i won't ever come to his place.

But lets see that.

To get to the position i will leave nobody in my path. And of course not Ponytus, ironically the father of Polythus, my dear best friend, who will most likely, as the counsellor of my father, will be leader as soon as my father dies. And after him its Polytus. I already know how to. A plan.
With three steps.
1. Marry Polytus,
2. Kill him,
3. Take the leadership under my control.