I COULD LIFT YOU UP

*Morphine* · 09-26-2013, 09:31 PM

Since the disbandment of Tortuga under her reign, the ice queen had neglected the children she sought to craft competent militants out of, failing to inform them of the thoughts and desires that warped her diseased mind or to sate their dire need for guidance when only darkness and utter confusion were tangible. Time had slipped from the wraith?s grasp and months had been wasted away allowing her babes to linger where they pleased and encounter whom they desired while she spent her days dwelling in the hellfire of her own mind, succumbing to the onslaught of vehement thoughts that raged through her brain as anxiety, fury, and a twinge of doubt in her own capabilities consumed her, morphing the once-passionate fiend into the pitiful shell of her former self. She was vacant on the interior and had lacked evident purpose until she had birthed her first litter, the same purpose withering away as depression ensnared her in its ruthless grasp, only to return once she had come to terms with the knowledge of her second pregnancy. Once more, the viper would be forced to fill the role of an ardent mentor, so willing to disregard her own state in order to fulfill the needs of her children to provide them with the most appealing lifestyle, but she urged to be that to more than just the hellions developing within her fruitful womb. Those that had vacated the premises of her interior almost an entire year beforehand deserved a mother they could depend on and a family to retain loyalty to, and the ex-sovereign would commit to ensuring this possibility with every fiber in her decaying being.

Metallic eyes shone with a stunning determination as she traipsed along the slick and weathered surface of the boulders that served as a runway to the warmth of the grainy sand, taking extreme care in her strides as her toes splayed to secure her balance and her dulled nails clipped against the rugged rock while she maneuvered, fearing that the slightest injury would cease the existence of those that grew within her before their lungs had the opportunity to expand with their first intake of oxygen. It was a definite concept that, in due time, she would once again litter the earth with her own creations, the probability only confirmed as her abdomen began to take the distended shape of her spawn as they further evolved and pressured her womb. The endeavor of childbirth had not been initially planned by the phantom when she had proceeded on with the wanton rendezvous with Lucifer?s hellion, but now that it had been sealed in her fate, the woman had accepted and found herself anticipating the moment, hopeful that she would receive the support from both the father and those that shared the blood that coursed through her steel veins. They, however, were not aware of the current circumstances unlike the father that would, indeed, play a key role in raising them so long as Morphine was around to threaten his health, but the ice queen would be damned if they denied their future half-siblings the attention and praise they would deserve, all she needed to do was inform them.

As her digits graced the grainy texture of the sand, the viper?s pace quickened as she approached the shoreline of the beach, mercury depths scouring the entirety of the deserted landscape as she familiarized herself with her surroundings. Recognition was evident and the babe barely recalled having ventured here early on in her first pregnancy when she had encountered the Ludicael woman, ironically making her presence here once more in the same stage of her second and hopefully final pregnancy. Contentment loomed over the ice queen as she planted her rump to the earth, allowing the tips of her paws to rest at the water?s edge while it lapped and soaked her toes, lids sheathing her eyes as her focus shifted from the thoughts that lurked in her mind to the soothing sound of crashing waves, a soft expression caressing her countenance. For a few moments, the wench remained like this before her skull tilted back almost instinctively, a decision breached to meet with one of her spawn she desired a better relationship with, a soprano howl cascading from her unhinged jaws in beckon for her son: Ares. Although she hadn?t met with him in a while, the babe was certain he would abide to her summon; if not, she would personally seek him out.

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