The Ignition of Sanguis Draconis

After countless years of repressing memories, doing her best to keep the pure rage that rattled her bones, in control, nightmares of that night resurface. No matter the countless times she needed to bite back the harsh words that threatened to spill past due to the temper moulded from the fiercest of fires, biting her sharp tongue before the fire that lived within spilled. Becoming a master at the bottling up of strong emotions, she lived her daily life as a 'normal' person, whatever that meant.