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located in Ascavia, a part of Seizing the Crown, one of the many universes on RPG.

Ascavia

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Character Portrait: Scarlet St. Lucas Character Portrait: Gretel Character Portrait: Hansel Lorraine
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"Little Red, Little Red, are you awake?"

Scarlet lifted her eyelids, revealing her dark gray irises. She found herself staring straight into the darkness, broken only by a pair of malicious, glowing red eyes. She caught a glimpse of gleaming ivory fangs. She did not scream. She did not try to run away. She only blinked, and said:

"What red eyes you have."

At once, the eyes and fangs dissipated, and Scarlet caught sight of the pink light of dawn filtering though the trees and streaming into her room through a half-opened window. She sat up and ran her hands through her lengthy black hair. She blinked again and looked towards the floor. There was the wolf, her wolf, sitting placidly by her bedside. A large pool of blood was on the floor in the middle of the room, and bloody pawprints led to where the wolf now sat. There was no carcass in sight. Typical. With a soft smile, she rose out of her bed and took her crimson hood of the wall. As she tied the string aorund her neck and let the cloak fall about her shoulders, she spoke to the wolf without looking at him, gazing at her reflection in the mirror instead.

"I haven't summoned you. It's odd to see you here when I haven't summoned you. Yet you have woken me up. Why is that?"

The wolf seemed to chuckle, blood dripping from its exposed fangs. "That imbecile huntsman wouldn’t have done it. You do remember your duty in Ascavia, don’t you, Scar? I took the liberty of making sure that you aren’t late. No need to thank me.”

She gazed at herself for a moment in the mirror, processing what the wolf had said. “Oh,” she breathed. “I had almost forgotten.” She blinked her gray eyes once more and turned from the mirror, stepping in the middle of the room, right in the center of the blood pool. She crouched down and touched the crimson liquid with the tip of her index finger.

“Oh,” she whispered, half to herself. “How beautiful.”


The wolf had gone to fetch the huntsman, and then he disappeared. Scarlet boarded the carriage just in time to see the huntsman scramble into view and hop inside, next to her. Quincy was his name, and he was a rather amusing fellow.

“Good morning, miss,” he greeted her, tipping his hat to her. He signalled to the driver to go. As they rumbled down the woodland road, Quincy whistled a tune. Scarlet laughed a little to herself.

“So tell me, Quincy,” she began. “How was your wake-up?”

He sighed mock-dramatically. “Oh God, it was horrid. Do you realize how freaky that pet of yours is?”

Scarlet laughed again. “How many times do I have to tell you? He is not my pet. Only my servant for a time.”

“How long of a time?”

“Long enough.”


After what seemed like an eternity, the carriage rumbled into view of the castle, grand gates and all. It was here that her fate lay. The horses seemed to pick up speed as they approached. Scarlet noticed two people by the gates. “Halt by the gates,” she ordered the driver, who obliged.

The carriage drew to a stop and Scarlet looked out the window at the two. It was a young man and a young woman, obviously siblings. She concentrated. If one had looked close enough, one would have seen a bloody red tinge come to Scarlet’s gray eyes. The Spying Eyes. As she looked again at the two, she saw them differently. Killers. She smiled softly. It appeared they had something in common already.

“Scarlet, what are you doing?” Quincy hissed behind her. “Saying hello,” she murmured in reply.

“Hello there,” she called out to the children, the red tinge dissapearing from her eyes.