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Mother



A corpse, a quiet night in which naught but the wind was stirring. 

Her Mother was a traitor and never gave her what she wanted.

Hate had consumed her and this was the first kill that Huruthol ever made.

The body was flayed and hung on a lamp post.

A sick grin consuming her lips.

"This feeling... this power... is satisfying". 

"To know that you can take a life and live on yourself."