Deer in the Headlights

THANK YOU SEREN ♥


Triangular ears flicked back against her crown as she observed the shake of her companion?s skull ? an obvious indicator that she still had little information to offer the white witch. She didn?t even need to wait for the girl?s words to know that listening for a promising opinion would be futile, but she politely took in Song?s words attentively anyway, recognizing the praise lingering behind the girl?s vocals that matched that of the dark temptress whose sole life seemed to revolve around the russet sovereign. After a curt nod was given in the direction of the songbird, she sluggishly rose upon all fours, allowing her plush, tendril-like tail to brush away the dirt and loose grass that had clung so desperately to the strands of fur upon the back of her legs. Once she was satisfied with her work, she glanced back to the canine to oblige in her request. Morphine, she stated quickly, feeling like a broken record now that she had offered her given moniker more than enough times over the course of a few days. Well, dove, perhaps I have bothered you long enough, she began, alerting the other to the fact that she was soon to leave her presence until they?d meet again, if they ever did. Maybe one day you can take me to go see this ?Ludicael.? The offer for a second encounter was there, but Morphine would hardly be offended if the woman were to decline her request ? she was highly capable of finding the pack on her own, or even with the aide of Medusa should she offer it.