Written for the July 2 Last Day/First Line ficathon for dv_squee
For the prompt from entropy_house
The attendants cleared away the last of the chrysalis and brought a mirror; the iridescent blue wings proving that Thm's current metamorphosis was not only female, but royal.
Elegant, fragile, regal, the newly emerged Thm spread her wings and revelled in the first sensation of warm sun upon her new body. She tentatively moved her long slender legs and tested her balance, the large iridescent wings, a true mark of her royal pedigree, were a challenge to her otherwise petite body. She looked about her with large liquid eyes, inexplicably fringed with fine dark, silken hairs, as she next prepared to test her wings. The attendants, stepping back to give her room, looked on in wonder at this most beautiful future monarch, and smiled and nodded to one another in approval. This bright winter's day was one which they would always remember.
Drk was, by chance, there to witness the miracle of the metamorphosis too, and with his first glimpse of Thm he was filled with possessive desire.
"Mine. Forever mine," he whispered as he carefully lowered his net over the hapless creature and dropped her in to the killing jar.
( One picture.... )