I HOLD MY CARDS TO MY CHEST

*Morphine* · 05-30-2013, 05:52 PM

Thank you Chesh ♥

Not a cloud clung to the autumn atmosphere, and although the sun loomed overhead, casting its rays upon the wraith?s dense coat, no warmth accompanied it nor heated the surrounding air. Instead, biting winds licked at her heels with the promise of winter, sending chills along her spine that pricked the pallid strands of fur adorning her spinal column and commanded her shoulder blades to roll in their sockets to fight them off. In a matter of weeks, the rocky plains she had managed to make a home out of would be caked with snow and slicked with a sheet of ice, and the wench would be left with no other option than to relocate and distance herself from the region she had obsessively clung to for the simple reason of her sinister plot. But Morphine would only take up residency in a foreign region for the season because she loathed the winter months; once the island would succumb to the warmer climate of spring, she would drag herself back towards the subject her plot revolved around and would not stray from it until the plot hit its climax.

A coy smirk asserted itself upon her lovely countenance as the recent memories of her rendezvous with her ideal sire flooded her diseased mind, dominating all worries of food and shelter until her plan was at her full focus. If their copulation had proven successful, then in but a few weeks the woman would begin to feel its aftermath and her abdomen would progressively inflate until her petite body could no longer handle the pressure, and the heathens residing within her would be pushed from her womb and enter the cruel world in which they would dominate. Fear of the negative possibilities crept within her mind often, albeit the mere fantasy of any spawn she would produce overpowered that fear ? the wraith was confident in her standing that everything would go according to plan. If, by chance, her plan did falter, there were always other options to obtain what she desired; either way, she would receive it ? there was no room for doubt there.

Shaking the thoughts from her skull, she approached a boulder larger than she, allowing her black nails to mutilate its smooth face as she grappled the object and attempted to hoist herself upon it. Once she had managed to pull herself atop, she planted her rump dead-center of the boulder, folding her elongated tendril of a tail neatly around her haunches while she settled. Metallic gaze drifted off towards the mountainous domain of her former pack that was seemingly closer from her vantage point, the smirk only reserved for her visage manifesting upon it as she stared. You?ll get what?s coming to you.

Speech. Thought. 457.

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