The Hoshidan army stands on the opposite side of the field, led by none other than the High Prince, Ryoma. I lick my lips in anticipation. "As long as you save Ryoma for me, dear." Mother coos into my furred ear as one of her hands stroke my face for a second, before redirecting her gaze at the enemy.

"Corrin!" The red-armored man yells, "Please, come to your senses and return home!"

"I heard you liked killing…" The pink and blue-hair retainer of Xander skips to me, her horse next to her, 'Peri, was it?' "Wanna make it a competition?"

"You think you can kill more than me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Nah, who can spill more blood!" She abruptly wraps an arm around me, "Bonus points if you can cover yourself in it!" She giggles madly.

"You're on." I flash a feral smile and she excitedly jumps on her horse. '...I like her.' By the time our little exchange ended, both armies charge, 'Spill the most blood, hm?' Seems like I'm going to have to spend more time rending bodies apart then actually killing them. 'Fine with me.' I first shift into my Beast form and grab two Hoshidans, before slamming them together hard enough for them to all but pop in a gore-filled mess. 'Blood, rend, kill, ravage!' The duo calls out and I eagerly oblige.

The Hoshidans are spared no quarter as I savagely rip through their bodies, making sure the life-force drenches the area. The scent becomes increasingly thicker and I actually heard one of the soldiers gag from it. 'More! Kill, murder, feast!' Body parts fly off along with organs, blood rains down, 'Paradise.' I'm in a sort of trance from the pure gore. I feel my body heat as my viciousness only increases. I quickly shift over to my Dragon to let it out, too. 'Stomp, pierce.' I crush ribs, impale with my horns, slam with my tail, and my scales start to become stained red with the amount of blood covering me. 'Gods, don't let this end…'

Yet, despite my savage prayer, the combat starts to die down. While in my haze, Ryoma and some others have fled the field, I shift back and look at the Nohrian army,'Not a single casualty.' Xander looks somewhere between shock and disgust. Keaton is beaming at me with pride, Yasei gives me a gentle smile, as the distinct scent of lust fills her.

"Keaton…" She breathes as she throws herself on his person, intent on having him claim her on the spot.

"Hold, mate." Somehow, the Wolfskin shows enough modesty and guides her to one of the nearby houses.

"I can see your effectiveness…" Xander sighs, "Velouria."

I smile, "Always eager for another battle…" I trail off as Peri approaches me with her horse walking beside her, one of her ponytails has some remnant of an organ on it, while blood covers large portions of her body, yet somehow her horse is completely devoid of it all.

"I like you." Is all she said before she dissolves into a fit of giggles.

I tilt my head as I observe her current state, the still heavy scent of blood in the area, on me, and her pushes my animals out once more… but for another reason. "Mine." She gasps as I pounce on her.

"Hm?" Yet she seems completely fine with it, "Did you want something?"

"How much do you like blood, Peri?" My eyes glaze over her. 'Gods… how could a human be as bloodthirsty as me?'

'...This much." She rolls us over and licks some blood off of my face. "And you?"

Another roll in the blood-soaked ground, "Same." I trail my forked tongue across her bloodied armor. 'Claim.' My breathing shortens.

"I like you." She repeats. "Buuut, we're going to have to wait on that." I growl, but it comes out more as a whimper, "Oh, you'll be fine. I just don't want my armor to get stained." In contradiction to her current state, "Well, I don't want it to rust." She corrects herself.

"Fine." I reply as I let her up. 'Claim, mine .' "I'm holding you up to that." Yet all I get is a wink in return, causing a pleasurable amount of heat to surge through me. She must have been able to tell, because her own face starts flushing.


Normally if I were in the Deeprealms, I would be out hunting… but for once, both the Beast and Dragon are sated, allowing me to think as a Human clearly for once, without forcing myself to. 'It feels nice.' So, as of right now, mother is helping me with some more Human things to pass the time, and the first thing she wants to do is get me dressed… modestly. 'Shopping.' I didn't even realize there were still enough people in Cheve to shop. I thought all of the civilians died.

"This one?" Yasei pulls a dress off of one of the racks, she already has gotten several bras, 'Gods, mother.'

I guess the dress looks nice? She's been purposely picking out purple, to match our hair colors. "It looks nice."

She pouts, "That's what you said about the last three."

"It all looks the same to me, unnecessary." I look myself over, "I have fur and scales to cover me, why do I need a cloth to cover me, too?"

"You won't be able to join me in events without a proper dress, Vella."

"You don't even like those gatherings…" I trail off.

"I still have to attend them… and as my daughter, I am making sure you suffer them with me." A smile graces her face.

"Are you dragging father along, too?" Gods, I can't even imagine how he would handle it.

The smile doubles, "Wait until you see his suit."

A moment passes as I try to picture Keaton wearing a suit, my mouth twitches as giggles start to escape me. "Okay, what would you recommend for a dress?"

"Hm…" She happily returns to the racks.

Yet, before she could even get another word out, and as if on cue, both Aunt Elise and Aunt Camilla make their way into the increasingly cramped spot. "Did someone say dress?" Camilla's tone comes out innocent enough, but I have a feeling that the first thing she'll recommend is something revealing. 'Not that there is anything more revealing than what I usually wear.'

"I'll find some accessories to match!" Elise exclaims, as full as energy as ever. "By the time we're done, you'll be the most beautiful woman ever!" Mother pulls me into a sudden hug, Aunt Camilla starts scratching my stomach, and Aunt Elise pulls my hood down to rub my head…

All of this is happening in the middle of a clothing store. "By the gods…" I sigh, but ultimately lean into the embracing and touching. 'They spoil me too much.' A content growl escapes me. 'But it feels so good!" My tail starts wagging.


How? How did we end up with so much stuff? I thought we were going to get a few dresses and maybe a few things like hairpins. Instead we leave with no less than a dozen dresses, 'Excluding all of the dresses that they got for them… I never knew Mother tended to her Human that much,' several cratefuls of accessories, 'Most of which are from the surrounding stores… and most are mine.' So now we are walking back with almost a small army's worth of stuff. How?

Still, there is a distinct satisfaction from looking over my dresses, and I won't lie that I ended up enjoying myself. "Ah, Lady Yasei." Jakob approaches us, "Please, allow me." He offers his hands for the many bags spread across all of us.

For a moment she tenses, suddenly unsure, maybe even insecure. Then she looks at both Camilla and Elise, before returning her gaze to Jakob, "No thank you. I would appreciate some tea, though."

The Butler seems to be caught off-guard, but ends up bowing, "At once."

Several short moments pass in silence as we continue walking, "I didn't want him shouldering all of it, since you two…" She trails off.

Camilla plants a quick kiss on her hair, "No need to worry about us, dear."

Elise would have hugged her, if it wasn't for the bags in her own hands, "Yeah! We'll be fine."

Despite the reassurances, I sense her mood drop even further, "So many are…" She chokes on a sob, "so many dead." Mother stops walking, "All because of me."

"Don't say that!" Elise exclaims, "It's not your fault and you know it!"

"Then what? I can't keep blaming the Hoshidans!" Yasei counters, "I'm not fit to lead, but apparently father doesn't care and makes me the commander anyway!"

"We'll avenge them." I state as my animals start to cry out once more, 'Kill, rend.'

Mother pauses for a moment, before her own Dragon starts to bleed through, "You're right." She flashes me a vicious smile, "Blood for blood."

Aunt Elise looks bothered, but does not protest, "I assure you, we won't lose anyone else." Camilla pats her shoulder.