Round Two

Jovial tune that floated from the seductresses throat seemed misplaced in such a dark setting, as did her long legged stride that seemed more like a dance then a walk. Dainty frost tipped paws propelled her through the bone scattered territory, sharp yellow gaze moving over each and ever skeleton she noticed, expression strangely somber in comparison to the tune she hummed. The red pelted woman had no clue why she was here today, but after her rather brief showing at the pack meeting and then even briefer meeting with the new Tortugan alpha there was something off, something had brought her here. It felt like a heavy weight had settled into the pit of her stomach, dropping a lead weight into her legs despite her light step. Everything she had ever known, the whole reason she had stayed in Tortuga was gone, it had been ripped away. The last alpha had at least had a fire in her heart, a reason that she had claimed the mountain. But this male was not unlike Desdemona, not unlike the weaklings who ruled the rest of the packs. She was sick and tired of peace, sick of doing nothing but sit around and wait for something to happen. Vi had never been patient, never been one to sit around and wait but for two years she had done just that. Nnoitra's rule had been the best, it had left them with a freedom but with certain rules. Kaien had been useless, trying to balance things and failing miserably. Desdemona had simply made the woman want to puke, her morals had been laughable. Morphine... her true queen had failed. The last queen Vi had honestly never met, the russet pelted woman had lived in the territory during her rule but had never formally requested a position within the pack. And now here came Taurig, all high and mighty...

What was even the point anymore? Why was she still here? She knew of the other packs, knew of their morals but honestly, what was the point? They were all too good, too perfect for her taste. She had heard of some leadership changes recently with Amenti but did she want to abandon ship and run off to join them? Could she give up her home that easily?

Tune never once stopped, even as these doubts and insecurities crashed down around her. Even as a familiar howl clawed its way out of an even more familiar throat her tune wouldn't falter. Instead the temptress would simply change her course, lazy trot being picked up into an easy lope. Stream lined body had no issues as she hopped the bones and rocks, occasionally swerving to miss obstacles, other times just for fun. Anyone who saw her might think that she was simply out for some play time by herself but her gaze was sharp and set on her target. He appeared as a blob first, her nephew's simple black and white design being nothing that stood out in this desolate place but she still recognized him instantly. He had always been her favourite, probably because of his undying loyalty to both Morphine and Tortuga but also probably because he wasn't a stupid head like his mother. Obviously he got his brains from the Sovari side of the family...

A smile would slither across her features, sly as always but there was something more genuine about it was she slowed to a trot and then a walk as she drew ever closer. Black lined eyes narrowed slightly but smile grew wider as she noticed that he was calling for a spar. "Dear nephew, you can't imagine how good it is to see you!" Her words were a purr, a tone that was normally reserved to spin silken lies to unsuspecting victims but not is seemed that she could rarely dredge up genuine emotion. How long had it been since she had last seen her family? How long had it been since she had seen someone she cared for? "Don't tell me your father never taught you to fight! Shame on him, if you like I can lend a hand, just no scars or I may have to kill you," she chuckled, still smiling but there was an honest threat in her eyes. Scars were not her thing, she would rather die then ever be seen with a scar. "And I would like to have a chat with you about our home pack... Whether we talk before or after the spar I'll let you decide dear." That honest tone she seemed to be lacking seemed to come out of nowhere, a seriousness sweeping over her suddenly as she stood before her nephew and studied him with appraising eyes. She had a proposition for him, maybe he would take it, maybe he wouldn't and she would just have to find someone else to take her up on it. But she had a feeling that Rune had it in him. He had a good head on his shoulders and if he learned to fight then he might just suit her needs perfectly...

Speech!