(okay. I created one of the Red princes, Blight. Hes fun and the life of the party. Not)
It was hot in the cavern, as always. His father, the kind sat upon his throne of stone and bones and blood surrounded by his mistresses. The queen was sulking, or plotting his downfall. It didn't matter. From his spot on one of the many raised stone ledges where the princes and princesses sat during court he could see the pack filing in, some looked sad, others upset and still others looked pissed enough to rip the head off one of the new slaves. His ears flicked, catching the voices. He was quickly bored of this, he wanted to go to the new bloodslaves, he still had yet to pick a new favorite. he hadn't, not since his first had died, and the second left.. Coyote. She was so small, and delicate. Beautiful in his eyes. He had so much fun with her, and her blood was the best he had ever tasted. But she left. Growling he licked his back leg, it was always hurting him. Because of her. It was all her fault, he would make the little bitch pay. He would of kept her, she would of lived a decent life, and gave birth to his children. She would of been the mother of lords in the Court, strong, dangerous and beautiful. But she left.