Princess Jessebelle Marie Lestat
At a glance the building seemed normal, old brick with slanted roofs, windows covered by curtains. When one looked again they would see the students, talking and studying, walking between classes as if nothing had changed for them. What made this school so special? The students were monsters. The young woman by the front gate glanced around, keeping the distant princess on the surface, she avoided showing any of her amazement to the beings she was faced with. Hybrids. The man had come to her home three months ago, asking if one of their sons would like to go, though the boys were tender aged and engrossed in their duties. Her father had been about to refuse when Jessebelle had brought up the idea of her going in their stead, the kindle their relationship with the animals that would soon inhabit more than just the uncharted islands of the world.
It was these monsters that had brought the young woman here, alone and unguarded though there was a boy here who was meant to guide and protect her as long as she was here. She didn't know who it was, but she had been assured he was worthy and strong enough to keep her safe from the Hybrids who were less than desirable. She didn't know if he was human himself. Jessebelle stood with her hands in front of her, resting against the front of her shirt, waiting for the boy who had her picture. In the afternoon sunlight her dark hair appeared a soft purple, her bright teal eyes scanning the area around her. She knew that some of them had stopped to look at her, and she noticed how few humans were at this school, only now them having been allowed in. The young woman couldn't let the stares of others bother her as she shouldered her burdens, the weight balanced evenly over her back, she gave no appeasement to the crowd. She was a Princess, not some common rabble; they should be amazed.
At a glance the building seemed normal, old brick with slanted roofs, windows covered by curtains. When one looked again they would see the students, talking and studying, walking between classes as if nothing had changed for them. What made this school so special? The students were monsters. The young woman by the front gate glanced around, keeping the distant princess on the surface, she avoided showing any of her amazement to the beings she was faced with. Hybrids. The man had come to her home three months ago, asking if one of their sons would like to go, though the boys were tender aged and engrossed in their duties. Her father had been about to refuse when Jessebelle had brought up the idea of her going in their stead, the kindle their relationship with the animals that would soon inhabit more than just the uncharted islands of the world.
It was these monsters that had brought the young woman here, alone and unguarded though there was a boy here who was meant to guide and protect her as long as she was here. She didn't know who it was, but she had been assured he was worthy and strong enough to keep her safe from the Hybrids who were less than desirable. She didn't know if he was human himself. Jessebelle stood with her hands in front of her, resting against the front of her shirt, waiting for the boy who had her picture. In the afternoon sunlight her dark hair appeared a soft purple, her bright teal eyes scanning the area around her. She knew that some of them had stopped to look at her, and she noticed how few humans were at this school, only now them having been allowed in. The young woman couldn't let the stares of others bother her as she shouldered her burdens, the weight balanced evenly over her back, she gave no appeasement to the crowd. She was a Princess, not some common rabble; they should be amazed.