IMAGINE LIVING LIKE A KING SOMEDAY
07-01-2013, 10:08 PM
short && lame -crie-
THANK YOU SEREN ♥
She halted in her tracks when the dark serpent turned to meet her pursuer, poised as a seasoned gladiator should be with her skull lowered in orientation to her spinal column and tail ? though her stance lacked a threatening posture, merely prepared for the worst case scenario. A coy grin drew across her features as she traced the woman?s pupils back to her own figure, muscles relaxed even under the pressure of judgment ? all canines seemed so intent on getting a feel for their peers? bodies, and Morphine was no exception. Metallic eyes wavered upon the sleek, damaged body of Amenti?s new sovereign, digesting the serpent?s entire form with keenness while sultry vocals graced the atmosphere. The other?s pretty words caused her gaze to flicker back towards the woman?s bloodied visage, a sly smirk contorting her own in response to the new moniker. ? Far from it.
The serpent questioned her, desiring to hear her motives, but the pallid fiend had no intention of revealing her intentions so soon into the encounter. She pushed the inquiry to the back of her mind, allowing the woman to further observe her physique with such fervor that the white witch was not used to, but it did not faze her at any rate. She allowed her own gaze to drop to the inflicted wounds upon the wench, muzzle inclining in the direction of the seemingly sprained ankle to acknowledge it. Was it worth it? she questioned in a hushed voice, her tones feigning astonishment at the woman?s feat. Is power what you hunger for ? did it fuel your decision to burn her kingdom down? She wanted ? needed to know if the wench was like her in that fashion and desired all the knowledge the woman could offer to her. Or was it something more?
She halted in her tracks when the dark serpent turned to meet her pursuer, poised as a seasoned gladiator should be with her skull lowered in orientation to her spinal column and tail ? though her stance lacked a threatening posture, merely prepared for the worst case scenario. A coy grin drew across her features as she traced the woman?s pupils back to her own figure, muscles relaxed even under the pressure of judgment ? all canines seemed so intent on getting a feel for their peers? bodies, and Morphine was no exception. Metallic eyes wavered upon the sleek, damaged body of Amenti?s new sovereign, digesting the serpent?s entire form with keenness while sultry vocals graced the atmosphere. The other?s pretty words caused her gaze to flicker back towards the woman?s bloodied visage, a sly smirk contorting her own in response to the new moniker. ? Far from it.
The serpent questioned her, desiring to hear her motives, but the pallid fiend had no intention of revealing her intentions so soon into the encounter. She pushed the inquiry to the back of her mind, allowing the woman to further observe her physique with such fervor that the white witch was not used to, but it did not faze her at any rate. She allowed her own gaze to drop to the inflicted wounds upon the wench, muzzle inclining in the direction of the seemingly sprained ankle to acknowledge it. Was it worth it? she questioned in a hushed voice, her tones feigning astonishment at the woman?s feat. Is power what you hunger for ? did it fuel your decision to burn her kingdom down? She wanted ? needed to know if the wench was like her in that fashion and desired all the knowledge the woman could offer to her. Or was it something more?