Originally for a prompt on Tumblr. Homestuck is Hussie's and the story is mine. I hope you enjoy it.
the-land-of-frost-and-frogs. tumblr post /49951923848 /homestuck-art-writing-prompts-write-from-a-rare
(without the spaces)
She knew she was going to die. She saw her walk, she saw her move. She knew it was her end. The eight eyes just smirked at the sight of another of her soon-to-be-victims being scared. The death was imminent, she understood. She saw that one coming. Life for a rust blood was hard; even more if you were weak. She hoped her matesprit will forget her, she hoped she would keep living.
'It's your end' said the highblood.
'I know.' she answered in a low voice. She mentally said her good-byes, to her lusus, to her moirail… to her matesprit .
The blue blood rolled some dices, the dice of death decided to call them the young troll. After that, an impressive and deadly weapon appeared. It cut her vital regions. She fell to the ground, where her burgundy blood floded it.
When her matesprit tried to discover what happened, she would only know that she was used as food for a high blood's lusus. Life has always being hard on Alternia, but it was harder the lower you went on the hemospectrum.