She gently slid the clip into her hair, placing it with delicate precision under the two thick braids that came to meet at the back of her head. The clip was intricately laced gold, no jewels but it was hardly needed. Kenna’s angelic features where more than enough, heart breaking truly. To add to that she had long crimson hair that fell in gently waves to her waist, it managed to shimmer even in the dullest candle light. Though this girl was far from an angel. Quiet the opposite in fact, she was a succubus. A young one. Inheriting the gift that to Kenna’s mind was an unwanted curse from her mother. She spent a few moments adjusting her hair before standing up and carefully dusting off her satin robe that clung to her petite form and fanned out from her waist falling from her hips like a waterfall, though the luxurious fabric was a deep blue. She glanced back at herself in the mirror. She hated her demonic side, but she was still vain. Which was also inherited from her mother. She always looked like perfection, in most cases her behaviour was as well. Though she was far from dull, she never could quite keep her mouth shut. She always had an opinion, and she would say it. Even if it was not wanted, she didn’t quite care either way. Her tongue traced over the inside of her lower lip, staring at the inside of her door as she gathered herself. She had a hot temper, her sheltered life had not made her use to wanting, or getting anything other than what she demanded at the first bat of her eyelashes, but as she grew and started to interact with more people outside of her immediate family and the twenty or so people they had working for them on the estate she found herself flushed with anger more often then she would like. Reprimanding herself for such poor behaviour in public, she was starting to learn that stamping your kitten healed foot and batting your eyelashes was not the most effective method of getting your own way. At least out in public. This is how she started to take the first timid step into the side of her she had always locked away. But now she needed the power accepting her succubus side could offer her. Mind control, the true ability to control what people do just by being in close proximity with them. At first she hated it, she was not a monster. She was not a demon she just wanted to be a girl, and live a normal life but no matter how much she wanted it a small voice whispered in the back of her head that that was just not going to work out. At least not in this life time. She was kidding herself, and she knew it to. She delved deeper into that side of herself, keeping it a secret. On the outside, she was still the adorable daughter of the baron, this is what she would always make herself seem like. A harmless girl, with trustful eyes and perhaps overly angelic features with her full peach tinted lips, her wide doe brown eyes, with thick black eyelashes. Sometimes people questioned her beauty, but as her mother’s current disguise was that of a blood elf, she brushed it off rather easily. Blood elves where always beautiful and slender, she happened to have the perfect mix of both races. That wasn’t her fault, of course not. Just mere chance and luck. Anyone could look as perfect with the right grooming, perhaps with the right coloured dress she would say. She prided herself in her speech, the written word was a great passion of hers. She could speak three languages by the time she was fourteen, she had written books and poems which was all well and good but what she loved the most was how she could twist a simple sentence and have someone wrapped around her finger. How she could get out of any trouble her hot temper might find her in and with a simple conversation all was forgiven.
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Kenna looked over the water, tilting her head to one side slightly as her breath came out in a huff. She watched the breath leave her lips, piercing through the cold morning air. Her deep brown gaze lifted as she stood up turning to face her beautiful horse, Kenna named her Raven for her deep black coat. Perhaps not the most creative name, but her father had gifted her the horse upon her ninth birthday and now as she was fourteen she was an excellent rider. But dear Kenna was bored, she had spent her whole life on her father’s estate which was as vast as it was boring. No one her age to play with or talk to, spending her days bugging the estate workers or tending to her horse was far from occupying for her mind. Kenna had no interest in partaking in her true nature. Dispite her young age her mother had already taught her a lot about what it meant to be a succubus. But Kenna didn't want it. Not once had she ever wanted it. It was repulsive to her and she resented her mother for it. She wanted a normal life, enough with this demon nonsense. Kenna had taken a silent vow to never take a life, to never feed off someones soul like her mother did. For now she was allowed to take small crystals of energy from her father that would have to do for now. She was very smart, her keen mind able to grasp things even most adults tripped over. So she spent her time wondering the forest that ringed the estate against her fathers wishes, dreaming of far of lands and times she longed for…ached for. She wanted to feel the crisp air as she sat on top of a mountain. She wanted to taste salt in the vast oceans she had read about so many times. She devoured books, since she was a toddler nothing seemed to satisfy her taste for books. She got lost in them, taking in every minute detail so taken into the story she would swear she could smell the roses in mister Bilbo Baggins garden and the sulfur in Mordor. Or perhaps she just had an over active imagination, her mother pressed her to get her head out of the books and do something productive…In her words at least. Do something to help you get a good husband she would say. But Kenna was adamant that one day she would get her adventure.
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