Biography
The wind howled as raindrops began to fall. A wolf, with a pelt of black and white, padded along on the wet forest floor. Her golden eyes gleamed with determination as a small town came into view just beyond the trees. It was early morning, so many of the townspeople were still sleeping. She ran swiftly along to edge of the forest, only stopping to inch back into the shadows when a few early birds came a little to close to the forest line. Her white maw was slightly stained crimson from last nights successful hunt near the river. At last the building she had been looking for came into view, an old pub on the edge of the small town. It's sign was missing a few lights, and a few were blinking on and off. As she padded behind a dumpster near the back door, a roar of drunken laughter echoed through the thin walls and into the near empty car lot.
"Morticia, what have I said about coming in through the back door? You don't work here." A man huffed.
A tall women with pitch black hair and golden eyes strolled through he kitchen and up into the bar area. "I'm sorry Henry, it's just kinda a habit. Oh and can I get a coffee to go please?" She winked and jumped into a chair. The two laughed a moment and then Henry went back to serving beers to the local hunters.
"Hey, I couldn't help but notice your car was in the pub lot late last night. What were you doing over here?" Henry inquistioned as he poured some dark roast into a cup.
Morticia paused for a second and then glanced at her watch. "Crap! I'm gonna be late. We have a girl coming in!" She grabbed the cup from Henry's hand and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you!" She ran out of the door before he could say a word.
As Fey pulled into her usual parking spot, she could already see the car containing the girl. Sure, she wasn't breathing or alive and she was wrapped in a body bag, but she was a girl none the less. Fey thanked the police and rolled the girl into the morgue. She unzipped the bag. "Such a pretty girl. It's a shame, isn't it?" She whispered.
That's what her dad would always say when she went to work with him. He was a mortician, and a fan of the Adams Family, so it was all fitting his daughter would be named Morticia. She had always had a fascination with death, even from a young age. Morticia wanted to live in a big city, but with her family hiding a deep secret, small towns were as far as they went. He had died when she was 17, that was about 9 years ago now. Killed accidentally by hunters in the forest. She shook her head and turned on the TV, trying to drown the thoughts away.
"Body found near the local river. Police say gruesome murder, others say animal attack. Will the deaths ever stop?" The news anchor seemed monologue as usual.
Morticia smiled, her face full of amusement and then her expression went blank. "That's 28 deaths in the past two months. 4 of which, like you" she pinched the lifeless girls cheeks, " weren't my fault."
Little did the small town know, the morticians daughter had two very important secrets. She was behind 24 of those gruesome deaths and she was a bloodthirsty werewolf out for revenge.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
"Life.
You think this is a game.
But if you think you can play better than me.
Think again."
Preferences
If you would like to breed her, her fee is 200 mush.
Special Skills
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