I WALK WITH SHADOWS

holy tits on a stick, thank you muse ♥



Oral appendage lathered velveteen lips stained crimson as she attempted to rid her visage from the remnants of the fallen renegade?s gored corpse, a wince playing across her facial features as the salmon-pigmented tip of her tongue grazed the lacerations upon her upper jaw. The wounds moderately stung but the bleeding had subsided, leaving minuscule trenches to line the bridge of her muzzle where her adversary?s incisors had pierced. She had received minor wounds for the most part that would heal in approximately a month?s time or so, opt to leave scars to taint her otherwise ethereal countenance, but it was a petty price to pay for thieving the life of a traitorous fool. She had lusted to witness the death of the assassin the moment she had entered the battlefield and the woman?s insipid words greeted her ears, and had finally been granted to fulfill her desire with her own jaws months later. The white queen had never quite been so gleeful to watch the downfall of another before that ecstatic moment when the renegade had fallen victim to her jaws, and she knew the feat would remain a major milestone in her life no matter the impending events of the future.


She had fled the premises of the crime scene with the faith that the crowd would disperse upon her wishes, although a slight doubt had consumed her once her former king had come to mind. But, he had accepted that one of his lackeys would meet with their untimely demise, and had thus fallen subject to the winner?s demanded terms. Should she hear word from any that he had established a burial site for the deceased assassin even after she had stated her command, the male would undoubtedly lose the already-dwindling amount of respect she had held for him. As for the unknown bystanders to the carnage, Morphine could only assume they would leave the carcass without hesitance, or perhaps even rip into it themselves for neither seemed to have any sort of attachment towards Cyanide. After all, the ice queen had recognized Kaios? presence upon the sidelines of the arena ? Alacritis? infamous, self-proclaimed cannibal. Surely someone would do away with the carcass if that intriguing bird turned his beak up at her generosity.


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