Hunger... Pain... Envy... Why should they have it all? Why did I have to die? This chain... it's so heavy. Get rid of it. Take it off. I don't like it.

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A roar tears through the night as a woman, Blanca Flor, is the first of many to rip her chain from her chest. A hole ripped from her as her body twists and contorts into something new and monstrous. Her fear, her desires, her envy, her pain all manifesting in a pure black body with a white mask across her face in the shape of a fox. She had been told that her features had always been like the attributes of a fox, made readily apparent on her face now.

 

Her deep red eyes sought after the one who had done this to her, who had murdered her in cold blood. A man that was already down the way and counting the coin he had snatched from her. She was upon him quickly, not wasting anytime with snapping of his neck and a wrapping of her body around his as she devoured him in a moment. She thought this would bring her peace. She thought this would be the end to this pain she now bore in her chest but it wasn't. It only satiated her desire to eat more, to consume, to devour. 

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And as a scream came through the night, she would turn to see her dead body found by a group of people walking down the road. She would stalk forward, her tail raising in the air like that of a black snake as it quickly split into five spikes and extends forward, stabbing into the chest of each person that were standing there calling for help over her already deceased body. She wanted to share this pain she had, she wanted others to feel the despair that the world had caused her. Her tail seemed to pierce directly through the soul chain that were in their chest and the darkness of their soul was already beginning to devour their being as it travelled up them and created a white mask on their face in different shapes and sizes.

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More... there needed to be more. And more would come, Blanca would speed throughout the area, devastating it and contaminating all its inhabitants with this pain. Their forms twisting and conforming to mirror their true twisted selves from inside, manifesting their desires and sins on the mask that adorned their heads. And once the entire area was destroyed, the sands soaked in blood, Blanca would let out a roar to the air, echoed by those around her, her family that shared her pain and desire. She was no longer alone, she could have a family that accepted her. Here, within her kingdom among the sands, the land of Las Noches.