Pantheon
The Lost Girls of the Catacombs
It seemed to be daytime in this place. Two suns shone in the sky, one a light blue colour while the other seemed quite similar to the normal sun. The sky was clear, but a bright purple rather than the usual blue.
black sheep. by Brynn (external)
At sixteen, Marceline Passereau was already familiar with the taste of blood. She’d learned the nuances of it – the viscosity, the sharp metallic tang, the way it stained her canines and pooled in the indents of her molars. After getting punched in the face so many times, she’d gotten used to it.
"Should stick with us Europeans, Mickey. You're one of us, after all."