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Silently Selene LeBeau stood atop of the Dragonspire, her eyes focused on the yard wolves as they hunted. The final member of Dethklok sought her death, she had for so long, ever since her brothers and pseudo-father perished when the Dethbus had been driven over a cliff in a freak accident. She'd escaped their fate because of her after concert ritual of cleaning up the bodies.
Alas, death would wait another night for the dark haired, golden eyed vampiric female. Without notice her dethphone let loose a strong rift of Black Hole for a Heart reminding her she had to carry on, her duty to Mordland's new lords and lady were vital. Checking her text she smiled, Thunderhorse was downstairs warming up and awaiting their rhythm guitarist. Turning to head back inside, she couldn't suppress the tiny smile as the sky split open and let loose the first flakes of winter snow.