Keep Holding On

*Morphine* · 08-10-2013, 11:58 AM

/pumps out more ipad posts bc she has too many threads to catch up on

Thank you Chesh ♥

Steel eyes failed to stray from the emaciated form of the unknown creature, triangular ears swiveling forth as an effeminate and dangerous chortle breached the stagnant atmosphere, satisfied that her brazen comment had not been greeted with hostility from the sable babe. Her own defenses slackened slightly as the other canine gathered her draining energy to pull herself up, allowing her own mass to rock back onto her haunches to both mimic the woman's seating position and to indicate that she was not present upon the battlegrounds to contribute to the increasing amount of bloodstains that adorned the earth, but rather to engage in a more pleasant encounter and stock up on the information she desired to obtain. But she would refuse impatience and the temptation to be blunt and question the stranger's relation towards her missing adversary and instead ransack any knowledge she could whilst remaining discreet -- if such a feat was even possible for the ardent viper whose stock of adrenaline was increasing by the second as curiosities continued to flood her diseased mind.

She registered the enraged gleam upon the bitch's fading cerulean eyes but chose to disregard the hint to the stranger's displeasure, instead observing the amusing display the woman was performing as she buckled beneath her own weight and landed with a hard thud upon the weathered earth. The ice queen decided against aiding the woman in regaining her footing, truly apathetic toward her weakened state and aware that approaching the stranger would ensue discomfort. A singular brow quirked upon her forehead as the dark creature desperately scrambled, curious as to how anyone could manage to grow so malnourished and so dangerously close to death. And yet you choose to show up here, so vulnerable? Cannibals lurk in every corner, my dear -- be thankful that it was I who crossed your path first. Solemnity lingered within her vocals, accompanied by the vague expression that so frequently wracked her immaculate countenance to portray her seriousness even though her words could be contorted into a lie depending on how the encounter went and the crippled canine's relation towards Desdemona.

Inquisitive vocals were next to taint the air, plush appendage embracing her haunches as her routine response reverberated quickly from her gluttonous jaws: Morphine, Imperial Queen of Tortuga. A pause in her words was made present as her pupils raked over the entirety of the disheveled creature's form in one last attempt at recognition, failing to gather any. And you, dove?

Speech. Thought. Words.

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