DISCOURAGED ONE

It was always her thirst for knowledge that was her undoing, the thing that lead to her ultimate demise it seemed. Off and away from Tortuga she had gone immediately following the conclusion of the meeting Morphine had called to draw her lackeys together. Loyally she had come but less then loyally she had left, departure swift and easy as she had relocated herself to the hot springs. It was her new favorite place; the heat and the danger a tantalizing mix to the vixen. As well after her wanderings to the various packs after her pack scent had been literally steamed off she had held even less desire to return home. Her thirst for knowledge was insatiable, especially once talking to her nieces and nephews upon their last gathering. Vixe especially had brought some delectable news to the table about his new little pack. Vi would have to call for him another time and pick his innocent little mind when it was less clouded with anger though she did enjoy the lovely banter that had escalated quite quickly in her little domain. Poor Maia? Never knew quite what to do with herself. The thought almost brought a smile to the red bitch?s face as she padded her way back up the mountain, long legs eating up the distance easily.

The pack scent had deteriorated, long since remarked and there was no one in sight. Maybe cautions and warning flags would have gone up in any normal mind but to the red woman it just brought a sly smile to her lips. Nose would hit the ground quickly, immediately pinpointing Morphine?s scent and filtering out those scents of her children. Vi had never really had an issue with children in general, never wanting them herself but not hating being around them. Mostly she just liked messing with their heads but Morphine?s kids brought a particularly awful taste to her mouth, the idea of Morphine with a male making her stomach churn. If anyone was to have Morphine it should have been her but Vi had retreated from the possibility when they had been together at the hot springs, something about the ice queen had halted her in her tracks. No, she hadn?t wanted it to be pointless, she wanted them to come together when it meant something. Maybe one day it would be like that but for now Vi was perfectly content letting herself ride along with Morphine?s wave.

Up up up the scents went, heading towards the heat and thunder of the volcano, an area of Mount Volkan that Vi had steered clear of until now. But as she approached the scene unfolding before her was a strange and unexpected one. She didn?t approach the edge, she wouldn?t dare for anything, instead she stopped a full hundred meters or so off. She had to squint to see the porcelain figure perched precariously at the lip of the volcano, staring down into its fiery depths. But soon the female came into focus and Vi sighed heavily, shoulders slumping slightly as she began her slow approach. At one point she saw Morphine cast her gaze over her shoulder, but instead of looking at Vi she seemed to simply gaze past her for a moment before returning her attention to the task at hand. Whatever was going through the female?s mind or coming from her mouth the red woman was completely oblivious to. But about 30 or so meters off Morphine tore herself away from the ledge and threw herself at the ground in a defeated heap.

Raw emotion rolled off the woman and Vi drank it in greedily as her pace quickened. Her pain tasted delicious? The red woman would plant white paws before the female and slowly lower her hind quarters to the ground, sharp yellow gaze staring down at Morphine hungrily. ?So where to now my queen?? She asked, tone as purr as per usual. But her expression was serious, solemn even. She wasn?t joking, she would follow Morphine wherever she led and to be quite honest she would be glad to get off this damn mountain. The heights and the thin air had never mixed well with the lithe woman, making her returns to the mountain an unpleasant experience every time as nausea swept over her for days. Today though she didn?t seem to have that problem. Mind caught up between the oddity off Morphine?s emotions and the preoccupation of potentially moving to another land it seemed that her stomach had no time to revolt. She had a queen to serve after all and maybe, hopefully they could leave together soon. She didn?t need to know why, she didn?t need to know what had happened she just needed direction.

She needed Morphine.

Speech!