Voices of The Deep
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Afterlife Nightclub
How many times had this happened? How many times had The Queen of The Awoken be dragged out by her own subjects to indulge herself in the activities that the commoners classified as 'Fun'. Watching as drunken fools slumped around the club and women defiling themselves by grinding up on perverted old men looking to satisfy their lustful desires.
It was contagious.
And yet her royal guard found themselves coming to places like this nearly 'every' weekend...Winter must of been blind cause she did not see the appeal...no one she could relate to. And as a result she iscolated herself during these 'trips'...sitting in the far back on a long circular couch she had reserved. Her guard out drinking and having fun...funny how the Queen was watching her 'subjects' have fun and not the other way around. She found it humorous.
The woman closed her crimson eyes...She filled her mind with pure, intelligent thoughts. Slowly the beat of her heart leaned towards a more steady pace, calm energy pooled just above her gut.
'This is me.' was the thought, 'And I can be as strong as I want.' Her heart agreed, compromising on a steady if weak beat. Satisfied, she pulled herself back to the present, her breathing slowly returning to normal. Those cold eyes opened, greeting the climate she found herself in. She was...here again.
Winters gaze wandered over the dance floor and massive bar in amusement...private rooms scattered along the club. Despite Winters distaste for the club, even she had to admit. It looked rather nice.
[member="Katelyn Thanewulf"]