SAVOR EVERY BREATH

THANK YOU SEREN ♥


In the bitch?s eyes, pride was only justified through the tangible victory of a battle, so even though she may have stepped up to the challenge the Valhalla imperial had provided her with valiance, she only viewed the event as an embarrassing defeat and nothing more ? something that made her an unworthy opponent and incompetent. Her intensive upbringing had forced upon her a self-conscious mentality, but such did not ring true for the behemoth queen who saw a valuable quality within her that Morphine?s pride had blindsided. Tentatively, her ears swiveled forward as the girl attempted to justify her loss, and although the pallid wraith would accept the compliment with a sluggish nod once her company?s speech ceased its flow, she would never truly see the flame that the Valhallan claimed flickered within her. Though Chrysanthe?s efforts may have been futile on the surface, some of the bitterness encasing her interior dissipated ? perhaps the girl was not so bad, but the same could not be presumed about the remainder of Valhalla.


Her interest piqued as the conversation shifted, a bitterness lacing the brutish woman?s words as she spoke of the renegade whose traitorous nature seemed to prevail even when placed within the ranks of another pack. Had Chrysanthe mentioned this straight off the bat, the ice queen would have chortled and emanated an I told you so vibe, because she had, in fact, claimed Cyanide would remain a traitor no matter which pack possessed her allegiance. But she refrained from acting upon that immature impulse, the hint of a frown tugging at her visage as she empathized with the Valhallan. You haven?t lost much, she stated firmly, thoughts drifting off to the times when the traitor?s loyalty resided with Nnoitra. Even then she hadn?t been of much use to the pack.