Manifest Destiny (old Glaciems)

THANK YOU SEREN ♥


Recently, she had situated herself in the eastern region of the island, thoughts never straying far from the pack her maleficent blueprints revolved around ? a woman obsessed with obtaining what had been torn from her possession due to the compliance of a fallen king she had attempted so hard to forget. But it seemed his memory would live on every time she stole a glance in the direction of the volcanic mountain that had previously been her domain, now in the clutches of an incompetent fool with a confidence that towered too far over her head. But no matter ? if all went according to plan, soon enough it would be the pallid wraith?s own dainty paws to crush that confidence and damn the new sovereign?s kingdom to the deepest pit of hell where it had already been heading under the shift in ruling.


An unfamiliar and demanding howl emanated from the epicenter of Tortuga?s headquarters, resounding across the eastern region to beckon any who deemed themselves fit to pledge allegiance to the one behind the summon, causing her skull to elevate to its highest apex and her ears to cock forward in the direction of Mount Volcan. Metallic eyes flashed with a mixture of astonishment and amusement with the message lingering behind the call, an obvious indicator that the throne had yet again to greet a new usurper. The viper scrambled to her paws, bursting off in the direction of the howl and maneuvering as swiftly as her elongated limbs would permit, a devious smirk plastered to her immaculate countenance and a victorious gleam flickering within her pupils. She breached the borders of Tortuga she had been forbidden to pass, the rancid aroma of Desdemona noticeably faded upon it, tearing into the territory with a lack of hesitance and an overdose of happiness. She entered the fray quickly, sticking to the shadows as she observed the meeting, spotting an elder Nnoitra with a whelp encased within his jaws approaching the foreign behemoth who appeared to be calling the shots now. Desdemona had failed, and even worse than she and Kaien! It tickled the wraith pink to see that her assumptions in Desdemona?s failures had been correct; perhaps she had accomplished little during her reign, but Desdemona had managed to scatter the pack. ? Looks like your incompetence prevailed, Desdemona.


Despite the fact that the ex-queen no longer upheld the crown that Morphine desired to rip from her clutches, her plots to take the pack back by force had far from vacated her mind ? no, she just had a different contender to fuck with. Slyly, her pupils traversed the plains of the male?s features, noticeably damaged, as she sized up her competition that she obviously dwarfed. And yet, despite her height disadvantage, she still felt confident in her chances ? she had fought Kaien before who had over a foot on her and she had reigned victorious, so perhaps she could still manage to hold her own in a battle with this brutish goliath. Giving the area one last glance and offering a smirk to Desdemona?s usurper, she sauntered back the way she came, plots deviating within her diseased mind.



exeunt morphine.