Crazy People Don't Know They Are Crazy

*Karmen* · 10-07-2013, 06:06 PM

Psychotic was the last reasonable word you could possibly use to describe Miss Roe. She was everything but the latter: sound, secure, confident, anything but the fickle mindset most wicked wolves were genetically engineered to have. She was suave and charming, tempting like a bottle of scotch. She was blessed with immaculate dna and a vocabulary to persuade the masses. Karmen even had morals - twisted and decaying morals, but morals nonetheless. The she-wolf even believed in God, Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory. She had to, for her mother insisted that the Devil was real because God wouldn't create something as filthy as her. She was a spawn of Lucifer and just as disguised, all prettily wrapped up in golden curls and willow green eyes - those dark lashes feigning false innocence and cleverly masking the waspish demon that lay in the confines of her mind.

Canttina had been absent for the day tending to duties with her petty pet, so Karmen had assumed her role of leadership, yet instead of patrolling boarders or keeping the slaves in line, she was perched on the bow of the ship, letting the chilly wind play with her hair, racing down the curvaceous dip in her spine and causing her tail to furrow with shivers. It was then, in that temporary moment of bliss, that she caught a stranger in the corner of her eye. Her brow raised in suspicion, observing the passerby waltz into the territory like an ambling fool.

"May I help you?", she inquired as sweet as a first year secretary, poise and still like a brassy ornament, concealing the threat in her words with a voice like saccharine liquor. She did not rise to her feet, but narrowed her eyes to a slight degree in wait for the unknown fiend to plea his case.

KARMEN ☠ ROE

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