the PlanetS chapter one WRITTEN

She snarls out in agony as the odd, infected hand crawls in deeper inside of her stomach, remaining eye rolling into the back her head. It has eight pupils. Odd.

She felt the knife slit her throat and she awoke only to be tortured again. Such was the curse of her species, wiped out save for herself. She heard an odd skreeing noise and looked over, trembling. The antennas adopt her head twitched and crrked before digging into her skull. The first few times she had screamed but it seemed she'd gone mute after all of her tortures. Blood, coloured like rust, kept falling upon the floor as the tortures ensued, her lifespan seemingly endless. She didn't know how many more lives she had.

The woman runs over, her eye has five pupils and her hands are working on stopping the odd drones that have been commanded to torture this poor creature. She has curled, black hair and the eye shows her of a hierarchy the rusted blood want no part of. "What be it you ask of me, tainted one? I am to die here again."

And so she did, bleeding out. but when she awoke there was no pain and there was proper clothing upon her body.

"Call me Suffering." The woman spoke, hand held out to help the rusted female. Her skin is pale and milky, and she looks genuinely worried. There is a faint dark sheen to her lips, more proof of her hierarchy. She hesitates before taking the hand held out to her. "Our Saviour is lost, she died long ago. Now we must work for ourselves, and gather as much help as possible."

"I am Bloodcrust."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Bloodcrust."

Everything about the rust blooded female is rust coloured, Her skin is tan, but no so much as that  Suffering'd seen on one of the humans she'd tried reviving in their dreames. This one's skin is so dark it looks to be rusted, making it hard to decipher where skin ended and blood began, but with experience of her eyes, Suffering knew. The hair was a darker rust, almost brown, and her eye was black all around, with eight rusted little pupils staring at Suffering skeptically but trustingly. She had been saved by this odd trench coat wearing woman, it'd be best to obey her. Suffering stared at the drone, having cracked off the tip and one part of the edges of it's infected hand, as it trembled in pain, Suffering ended it's life. "We must get you to safety."

Bloodcrust followed the woman obediently, unsure of how to react.

Meanwhile, in a castle silver as the fifth moon and three stars above…

A woman stands, cigarette holder in hand. Her hair is red and in a French twist, aside from part falling along her face elegantly, it is a large, full lock and covers one of her eyes, getting thinner on it's way down and curling as everything else. Her hair is dark red, like a burnt out candle. Her dress is silver and gleams eloquently in the moonelight, her heels black and on stockinged feet. She wears silver gloves that gleam as well, upon her head is a snazzy hat that is black with gleaming, silver lining and a fishnet fell over her face, covering from her forehead to her nose, it was sewn into the hat. "God save the Quene." She choked out upon her silver balcony, staring at the shining moone. "God save us all."