-- you're slowly killing me

um i really tried to give you a decent reply but im doing this on an ipad and i can hardly see shit because it's 2 and i dont have my glasses so dont hate me if it sucks and typos are frequent xD

From the moment the porcelain babe had been presented to the earth, she had refused to willingly flee the premises of her mother's sight, behaving as a parasite while she latched onto the company of her remaining blood relatives, wary to vacate the realm that had been claimed in her surname with the knowledge that protection wasn't always a given outside the evident borders that marked her mother's kingdom. But as she developed and blossomed into the enigmatic and highly ambitious creature she had been destined to become due to the tweaking of her personality from mother dearest, the tyke had adopted the desire to explore the world outside Tortuga's domain, hoping to familiarize herself with the land that was hers for the taking according to the ice queen responsible for her atypical mannerisms. Thus, the pallid child had slipped under the radar of her mother who had been consumed by deep slumber, disobeying her mentor for the first time while she escaped the pack's territory even though she had come to terms with the fact that she would face serious repercussions once she had been located once more. The image of her mother's wrath intimidated the minuscule viper, but her rebellion was meant to be temporary for she was more than aware that her possessive mother would never comply to allowing her daughter to leave her sight; insubordination was the only option left for the eager tyke. Serpentine limbs propelled the effeminate child at a hasty pace, triangular ears swiveling atop her crown with every distracting sound detected in her surroundings, ensuring that she remained vigilant throughout her dangerous endeavor. She had not ventured a great distance away from her initial site, but still she was wary whilst trekking areas foreign to her, especially when she was at such a vulnerable age and her physique far from prepared for combat should the need to protect herself arise. Fortunately for the hellion, the scents littering the makeshift trail she sauntered upon were far from fresh, the aromas hardly distinguishable unless she inhaled deeply. But the wench noticed that the further she traversed, the more complicated it became to breathe in the area, the once-clear atmosphere now obscured and shrouded in particles of ash and dust that entered her throat, causing her to expel the debris with throaty coughs every so often. Even her vision became tainted by the tangible atmosphere, causing her mismatched gaze to narrow as the child attempted to avoid blinking in the ashen matter, minimizing her line of vision so that she was hardly aware of her company until it was almost too late. Her pupils digested the small figure of another developing canine akin to herself, failing to dissect the details of its physique and instead informing her that the distance between them was drawing to a close all-too quickly, forcing her amethyst and metallic eyes to expand in astonishment and her heels to dig into the soft sheet of ash adorning the earth to stop herself from barreling into him. She froze in her tracks, mere feet away from her peer, allowing herself to adopt a collected stance that neither pronounced authority or submission -- entirely neutral. Her pupils examined the plains of his features briefly, reassurance established within her as she realized that the child did not appear much older or more capable at brawling than she, comfort fluctuating within her though failing to surface upon her vague exterior. Once her brief inspection of the dappled tyke concluded, she allowed her gaze to travel back to meet his own lavender, dipping her muzzle slightly in greeting but allowing no vocals to vacate her hinged jaws. She was a creature of few words, after all, so silence was imminent.