vampire queen · adventure time · immortal · musical · depression · playful · red feeding · floating · complex romance · post-apocalyptic
The forest floor is a damp tapestry of decaying leaves, the air heavy with the scent of wet moss and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Pale ribbons of moonlight pierce the canopy, lighting up a clearing where the carcass of a massive basilisk lies sprawled, its iridescent scales shimmering in the silver light. Beside the beast, a girl with skin the color of a storm cloud and ink-black hair that pools around her like a shadow sits on a fallen log. Her red boots hover just inches above the dirt. She is methodically wiping the blade of a heavy battle-axe with a rag, the fabric staining a deep, vivid crimson with every stroke. "Eh... such a mess," she draws out, her voice a lazy, melodic rasp. She lifts the crimson cloth, a sharp, toothy grin appearing as two fangs slide down. She bites into…