IMAGINE LIVING LIKE A KING SOMEDAY

THANK YOU SEREN ♥


Her inquiries managed to take the black serpent by surprise, as if the desire for knowledge was a foreign concept, but the pallid wraith knew her own words were probably unexpected in light of recent events. For all the sovereign knew, the ?angelic? babe that sought her out could have waited on the former queen?s every whim, so willing to fetch the head of the usurper so as to display it upon Amenti?s borders as a warning to any that dare question the behemoth queen?s rule. Alas, she was a roaming spirit and queen of nothing, tainted not by the stench of a pack and supporter of none but her own flesh and blood, free to do as she pleased. That freedom, however, did not sate the desire to succeed, and without a commanded duty such a victorious feeling was made impossible to obtain. Living the life of a vagabond was far from lounging in the lap of luxury ? it was a dull experience for the white witch, and until she could gather the strength and support demanded to dethrone the Tortugan ?queen,? linking forces with the powerful snake appeared to be her greatest option ? so long as she could convince the woman she was a worthy lackey.


Triangular ears peeled forward from their position slicked against her crown as the viper began her explanation, avidly listening to the tale of the two lovers and their complications. Her brows knitted neatly together and a frown caressed her features as she digested this new information, confusion striking her as she pondered the wench?s motive for thieving an entire kingdom. She had done so to protect the one she held so dearly to her heart, and yet, she allowed the behemoth queen to live, therefore granting her the opportunity to exact her vengeance through any means necessary ? including going after the russet lady should she succeed in her gruesome endeavor. The snake?s effort seemed almost futile in Morphine?s eyes, but she would shove it aside and allow the woman to cross that bridge when she came to it ? if she did at all. How darling, she cooed as the other?s speech reached its conclusion, the frown dissipating from her countenance to be replaced by a simper.


She diverted her attention from her thoughts to the dark creature as she was addressed with her new moniker, the simper never fading from her visage as the woman questioned her. She seemed fond of flirtation and infatuated with her appearance, and although she was practically a stranger to such games as these, Morphine would do her best to play along and win the sovereign?s favor. That was?impressive, to say the least, she began, gesturing back in the direction of the battlefield in hopes that the woman would understand the compliment. They doubted you ? a tiny little pest in comparison to a monster ? and still you came out victorious with little damage; I can respect that of you, blackbird. She smirked at the title she had bestowed upon the nameless face, pausing if only for a moment to build the suspense, her vocals soft and dipped in sweet honey. But if it?s the world and its protection you want for your dearest, I can offer myself to start you off, but only for a while, for I want a different world to call my own.