Crimson dance, yellow swirls, the hunter's green; The hues that torment the eyes of the Abomination. Darkness shrouds, and breathing shallows; a hunger drains deep within the belly. Tendrils of solid mass licked at the flesh, alabaster tone trickled in cold sweat. The creature stirred into the meadow's wake; the creature a perfection of the masses. She was in all aspects the beast of bloodlines, she crawled under the Mother's wing, and trekked within the foot prints of the Father. Blood borne of many a race, hybrid meant to rule what was hers; the Le'Boursier domain. Kuras was indeed the fallen child risen again. Eyes of a war bound tone held to looking for a simple meal, something to sate the ever longing hunger for blood. Steps were taken, rattled breathes were given and with a solemn growl, the abomination of races gave slight regard to those that would approach her. The parasitic energy licked at her skin, her body was a temple of war bound races; the Vengeance, The Sanguine, The Origin, The Abyssos.

What had the mother created? This creature warring with it's own being. Kuras lingered about the bordering Territory of Le'Boursier and Sanguine, she gave hallowed breath, and groans for it hadn't been long since she awoke and she hadn't eaten since awaking from her midnight rue. She looked to the towering church, then to the rolling hills. She finally a gave a piercing screech that drove the dogs to howl and felines to yowl, birds cleared the area. The sound echo'd through out the ranging lands. What was she now?