#;Hᴀɪʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ϙᴜᴇᴇɴ

[draculx]

if the quincy wants to wage war -- she would let him. watch c l o s e l y as the lines are filled with warriors. peek on the placement of the towers. gaze upon the horses getting in position. wonder at the bishops and their grace. and then laugh at the deluded king;

      “i AM war, pup. i seat at DEATH’S table. CONQUEST     is my mistress; but by all means. join the ranks of the valiant.             face the hurricane against all reasonable thought;       earn BACK the honor you lost when succumbed to FEAR.” 

“and with naught but a QUEEN upon my chessboard;                i’ll give you the game of your life.”          

[draculx]

vlad’s female form is quite alike the male. the blue eyes are still there, the pale skin, the square jaw & high cheekbones. the stare is proud as well, melancholic, dramatic, so it’s easy for someone to tell it’s vlad, no matter the form. the body differs in mass, but vlad is still muscular. thick arms, defined torso muscles, well shaped legs. vlad’s female self is anything but delicate. in fact, she might even be frightening. wild. vlad seems like she’s always ready to tear someone in two using her arms alone. her voice is still grave, but more melodious. slightly louder. a stunningly appealing voice.  words are sung, practically. as for the smell, vlad’s female form smells as violet & white Lilly of the valley - with a bitter pinch of grapes for the delicates of nose. nails are long, painted in red or black. jewels are scarce, perhaps a necklace & a manacle at her wrist. golden, more likely, or white gold.

as for the shape itself; it’s a borrowed visage of any bride. their souls are inside her, part of her, so the countess sees herself personifying parts of herself image-wise. some characteristics, however, are stronger than the tide of shapeshift, therefore, hellsy is still herself --