SAVOR EVERY BREATH
07-05-2013, 08:43 PM
The smaller female spoke smoothly, calmly, turning toward her and immediately snipping with her words and tongue. Snorting and emiting a dry catty sort of laughter, she was bitter. Chrysanthe knew not how to respond for a moment, because she was supposedly neutral with Tortuga as of the moment, and allied through friendships that she would prefer to keep close. Was Morphine a problem for them? Should she be here to fetch the woman, or even worse? After her question, the alpha shook her head no, she was not here to make the white fae's life any harder than it currently was. "No, she has not spoken a word of you to Valhalla." In fact, it seemed that Morphine had been forgotten - such was the way with leaders come and gone.
"I remembered you from the day we met, I still believe you have more fight at the base of your toes than they do in their very bones." Especially now, with Nnoitra being one of the alphas that was running the show. The old man couldn't even finish a fight with her without his age becoming a factor and his body giving out. As much as she loved Demonio, loved Tikaani, she could not respect the male as a leader. Her hopes for Desdemona remained up in the air - lowered because of who she picked to rule beside her, but questioned because her best friend was hopefully intelligent enough a beast not to wed a fool. "I fear for her, making an enemy of you." She had a pack to protect her, not to mention a white knight that would die before letting a hair on her head be forcefully redirected. Honestly she wasn't worried about her. Yet Morphine would not let herself be walked over - at least, not the picture of the beast that had been painted within the alpha's own mind.
She should be afraid of her, be wary of her, perhaps even hate her for being a threat to the current Tortuga, for being dangerous. Yet she was only curious, about her, what drove her. There was something within her that reminded the woman of her siblings. Syrinx, Eos, both had a drive within them that Chrysanthe could only taste when she was in the heat of battle. It interested her, even though it was something that she would probably only ever catch glimpses of herself.
"I remembered you from the day we met, I still believe you have more fight at the base of your toes than they do in their very bones." Especially now, with Nnoitra being one of the alphas that was running the show. The old man couldn't even finish a fight with her without his age becoming a factor and his body giving out. As much as she loved Demonio, loved Tikaani, she could not respect the male as a leader. Her hopes for Desdemona remained up in the air - lowered because of who she picked to rule beside her, but questioned because her best friend was hopefully intelligent enough a beast not to wed a fool. "I fear for her, making an enemy of you." She had a pack to protect her, not to mention a white knight that would die before letting a hair on her head be forcefully redirected. Honestly she wasn't worried about her. Yet Morphine would not let herself be walked over - at least, not the picture of the beast that had been painted within the alpha's own mind.
She should be afraid of her, be wary of her, perhaps even hate her for being a threat to the current Tortuga, for being dangerous. Yet she was only curious, about her, what drove her. There was something within her that reminded the woman of her siblings. Syrinx, Eos, both had a drive within them that Chrysanthe could only taste when she was in the heat of battle. It interested her, even though it was something that she would probably only ever catch glimpses of herself.