Keep Holding On
07-29-2013, 07:39 PM
even though she was just in tort lolol
Thank you Chesh ♥ ? Don?t ever leave me again, my dove. The scent that wafted through her flared nostrils and writhed through her olfactory system triggered ill memories of venomous words and poisonous intentions, and even though the rancid stench was one just barely caught on a whiff, the recognition was still present. The ice queen?s dainty skull descended abruptly as she inhaled, her leathered nostrils quivering with brusque breaths as she attempted to feed her memories and seize the trail laced with the familiar aroma, capturing the track in little time. Sinewy muscle rippled beneath the pristinely pallid coat embellishing her figure and dull clicks were made audible as her nails raked against the weathered surface of the earth, her strides lengthy and her pace atypically quick; this was an imperative mission, and one she would not allow to slip from her clutches. In due time, she approached the all-too familiar tainted landscape of the infamous battlefield, her pace growing sluggish as she neared the God-forsaken coliseum where many a gruesome battle had been waged, cautious and curious all the same. Any emotion that had plagued her countenance prior to then vanished as she adopted a vague fa?ade, settling into her defenses while her immaculate poise slackened and the stance of a juggernaut dominated her physique. Her paw-pads kissed the arena floor, permanently stained with the blood of the fallen, and her mercury eyes scavenged the scene in search for the behemoth form of the adversary she expected lingered near, unaware that it was not she who was present. Disappointment struck the ardent viper as her pupils fell upon the sable and contrasting figure of a foreign wench, causing the queen to halt in her tracks on the outskirts of the area the emaciated creature occupied and her skull to elevate as she examined it. This was not Desdemona, but why did her faded stench adorn this woman?s coat? Aren?t you a sight for sore eyes, the viper commented curtly as she strode nearer to where the unknown lurked, her metallic gaze never straying from the bitch?s figure. For all the white witch knew, this creature was an ally to her enemy and could aide her in a mission to eliminate Morphine, so she could never be too careful even though the malnourished canine appeared to be a minimal threat in comparison to her toned and healthy being. Speech. Thought. Words. |