CroWWing Stewart Praetorian

CroWWing Stewart Praetorian
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What a large name for a child. Then again it was a name that held a great deal of history and blood. At least the Stewart part did, the Praetorian part would come later. Much, much later.

Born in the high land of future Scotland, she arrived in the usual way. With blood, pain, much excitement and a lot of useless fussing. Then again some of the worry was justified as the new girl-child was one of a pair. Very special parents indeed, a twisted Sorceress and her husband. Poor hapless lout that he was. A stone cutter, gemologist, famous and infamous work that graced many a royal body.

Her homeland was small to her, what child's world is not? Then one fine, bright day the sky would be darkened by the fire smoke of a battle. Blood splattered. It seems someone had whipped up the villagers into a frenzy of hatred. There were those evil Vampires about and of course they must be rooted out and sent back to the abyss that spawned them.

There and then the course was set and she was taken away from once happy home, to be transplanted into darker soil. Tribulations that sent her to street urchin life, to Gorean lands, to finally be taught all the pleasures of the flesh and exactly how they could be used for amusement and profit.

Tumble on the dark road. No one to care, no one but herself to tend to. There was no sobbing here , nor whining about the sorry state of her condition. Why would one do that, she was nobility. She was made for better things this young miss.

Years had passed. She lost count, time meant little or nothing to her. It was humanity that had their clocks and time pieces. Fear of death haunted the humans every step, trudge, trudging along to finally meet the grim reaper. Paugh, she had met that old scoundrel and throttled him into submission.

So, her hate for humankind grew, along with her skill in manipulation. She was caitiff, homeless, branded a rogue for her outrageous views and overindulgence in speaking them. Now came the most life changing event, she was a wanderer. A loner that kept to herself, almost a recluse but for this one stormy night she sought out company. Why? Unknown. Perhaps it was Rikard's look, or his willingness to not judge. Whichever the reason she returned, night, after night. Simply to talk to the man, it was the most she had spoken in years. Perhaps Rikard knew, if he did he politely ignored such and continued to let the young miss do as she pleased.

In those days the Drunken Dragon was a vital, lively place. Usually ending up with at least several attempts on Rikard's lady wife's person a night. Cowards! Once again, with no explanation to the why Crow saved Lady Elizabeth from a very messy experience. Adopted into the family she now became Praetorian. Something to this day she is proud of and displays in her own house crest.

Age mellows. Fire dims and becomes something concrete and focused. Husbands, lovers, she has had a few. Nathan Darkangel, Seranos Vayne, Cyrus Darkshade, Maximillian Dragul, these are only some of the powerful men that have fallen under her spell. Children? Yes. Twin girls. Vayne's progeny. Which of course he will never admit to or even recognize, Dragul progeny. Crowning jewels in the symphony of her life.

Lastly, but never least she is now currently married, quite happily to Shander Sterling Perhaps one evening if you are sitting in the tavern, hunched over your tankard of grog, you may see this stunning couple. Creatures born out of myth and legend that have chosen to make Trea Kelsa and Myrken their home.