SAVOR EVERY BREATH

THANK YOU SEREN ♥


Her paws beat into the earth with every languid stride taken, pawpads kissing the ash adorning it and imprinting dainty tracks upon the surface that she disregarded with ease. Had she not been traversing through an area that could potentially asphyxiate her with the intake of smoke, she would have obscured her trail from the view of the curious to avoid being pinpointed, but she doubted any would brave entering the dangerous once-wood and thus saw the effort as futile. Alas, she was mistaken, and with her positioning downwind, she was alerted to her stalker?s presence only by the startling usage of her given name. The femininity of the voice behind her title was familiar to the woman, but still she could not quite put a face to it, causing the pallid wraith to pivot abruptly to greet her pursuer with a curious expression.


A dread flooded the pit of her stomach as her pupils settled upon the gargantuan physique of a woman that appeared to have just reached her prime, immediately recognizing her to be the valiant challenger that had battled Nnoitra for her sibling ? a Valhallan. An expression of indifference fell across her countenance despite the nagging rage that had ignited within her chest, still infuriated with the memories of her defeat associated with her current company, but she would never grant the babe that insight. Instead, her ears cocked forward expectantly, monotonous vocals vacating her unhinged jaws in a curt greeting: Miss Valhalla, she addressed the nameless face calmly. But the girl seemed to be intent upon opening up old wounds, mentioning the pack she both adored and had been banished from. The question derived a snort from the serpentine witch and irritation flooded her system, but she maintained her vague fa?ade even as she spoke. Unless you consider the possibility of my being murdered once I set foot into its headquarter as on good terms with Tortuga? she paused then, a dry laughter cascading from her lips, Then, no. Briefly, her gaze travelled up the behemoth?s form, almost expecting her to charge in her direction, but it did not seem as if that was the case. Why? Has Desdemona sent you out to fetch me? ? Since she obviously can?t find the courage to do it herself.