Who was Averic before she became Averic the last? She was the queen, but what did her human body look like? Scarred from battles won and lost. Shaped by training and combat. Hardened by the fires of war. Her stone body is close to what she was, but that is all it is. Close.

Averic is usually not a cruel woman. However, the queen can be cruel. To those who truly earn her ire, she breaks them. She drowns them in pleasure, turning warrior to sow. What you were will be destroyed. In the end, you will live and die as a pig.

A sharp huff. The queen waves away her advisers, the woman looking for a moment of quiet and peace. Perhaps she should visit the neighboring lands. It /has/ been a while since she left the castle for something other than diplomacy and treaty creating.

A click of her tongue, a hand moving up to wrench the broken blade of a knife from her armor. The other hand currently is clenching down on the skull of her would be assassin, her grip tight. "Not even aiming for my head. How . . . disappointing."

She may be a kind ruler, but she is a violent lover. One day, she may whisper kind words and let her fingers run over your skin as if it was made of silk. Other days, she simply takes what she needs, your body bruised and ruined from her rutting.

It seems there's a lot of people who wish to have an audience with the queen. Her castle is always open to those who are curious.

[Mrm. I just had my account locked for some reason. Huh. Okay then. Thank God I can unlock quick.]

A hum leaves her lips, the woman taking a moment to look out over her barren kingdom from the castle balcony. Of course, inside her quarters, her partner of the evening gurgles in lust induced drunkenness, the results of their repeated trysts bubbling out from between her legs.

A low groan leaves her, her gaze turning up to the starry night sky. A sigh quickly follows. "Such a beautiful night. Hrmph."

[We did it.]

The queen allows a huff to leave her lips, the woman leaving her concubines for the night. Their wombs are full, packed with sterile sludge that leaves them warm in the royal bed.

[Just a reminder for those who are small.]

The queen finds herself in a rare state. Lust boils in her veins, and her harem is unfortunately nowhere to be found. A groan leaves her, the woman leaning back into her throne as the lower half of her armor grows tighter and tighter.

A day without paperwork or visiting dignitaries. A day in which Averic can simply indulge herself. It seems one of her concubines has already given her 'assistance'.

Averic rarely forces herself on royalty when she conquers others. However, sometimes she finds someone who sparks her sadism. Perhaps an innocent princess to defile? Or a queen to ruin and snatch away from the king? In the end, does it matter? The result is always the same.

[Man, doing math to figure out how much Averic weighs is fun. She weighs a LOT.]

"Hrmph. The quiet of night. Soothing in a way, I suppose."

[Mrm . . . To make a new account . . .]

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She eyes the blade of her sword, huffing softly as she notes every small chip in the hard steel. Perhaps she should go to the weaponsmith.