Daddy's little devil.

her paws thrum against the ground as the petite dancer made her way from the foreign forests to ones which her father would soon rule . the damned daughter cared little for the very peasants that would walk these lands – no . the damsel would look for friendship – however foreign the word , for she knew little and friends always made things easier to say the very least . her tail would flicker behind her as tea cup paws graced the earth with a doe-like step . her ears would twist upon the crown of her dome , the pools of emerald would scathe the terrain as she took it all in . every tree , every stone , every ruin ? it would radiate through her very thoughts as a simple brow was raised . the tarnished landscape was as barren as the days were bled in the moon’s caressing fingers . luna was a friend , a guardian , where the saints could not devour the souls she sought to surrender to her own whims . devilish things – the saints were always in her way . hips would flounder and flicker from left to right as the princess would move with a regal elegance that radiated something of arrogance . sleek and tarnished , the russed trench coat would make the scene