OOC: DADDY! DADDY, ESMERALDA NEEDS YOU xD This is also backdated to around the 20th of August and yus her leg is still bothering her a month after it happened, get over it.
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She sniffled and she whined because her thigh had been hurting a lot this day. The boy whom had fought with her had gotten into her thigh a lot more than she had realized, and it still was painful for her to walk sometimes, and running wasn't too much of an option. She'd let Daisuke carry her around, except for when she needed to speak to important people, such as her mother or father. Her father, whom she needed to visit and tell about the stupid boy whom she now wanted dead because of her thigh and how much is stung when she was walking around. Daisuke had also done his best with tending her leg since she knew little about herbs and their healing properties. She whined as she found her way out of her den, her taking one of the many staffs that Daisuke had littering their den because he made them when he was bored and had nothing to do. It was one that was decorated with stones and also mounted with a wolf skull on the top of it. It seemed to fit the princess, for she was an assassin of wolves, a siren of sorts, luring men to her cave and then killing them in cold blood with the help of her golden serpent slave.
The tapping of the staff with the shuffling of her feet would echo through the caverns as she made her way towards her father's den. She hadn't seen him, nor her siblings in some time now, and she hoped that they were okay, for she would be mortified if something had happened to her sweet Ravesque, or her dashingly handsome Jackson-bear. She loved them more than herself, and she would kill anyone whom dared to hurt her family. She grew more and more violent as time went on, and soon, she would become more and more dangerous to be around, or to communicate with really, not unless she liked you, and that wasn't very often. She slowly made her way to her father's den, and when she got there, she poked her head in, and she looked around before walking into the den. She knew that her father would not mind her just walking in, for she was his daughter, she had the right to do such a thing, at least she thought these things. If he was really angered by her, she would not know until he reacted to her presence.
Poppa? she whined, her voice soft, and almost cry-babyish. She wanted to seem as pathetic as possible so that her father would take action against the ones whom did her wrong.
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