caught in the blood-fire, caught in the haze

*Argent* · 12-12-2013, 05:02 PM

The voice made her jump, paranoid, ears pinning back and lips picking up to reveal deadly teeth. Once, she had stolen eyes and ripped through flesh, and those days were not long behind her. There was still a light in her eyes, a fire yet to be washed away, and the silver knight?s hackles raised in defiance. And yet she was weary, afraid of too much strain upon the life in her womb. She remembered the lost first litter, the strain battle had put upon it, and she refused to face such a pain again. Argent would not be in these children?s lives, but it would make her feel better to know that they were living happy, wholesome lives. "I?m just walking," she snarked back, tail wavering dangerously behind her.
She felt vulnerable, exposed, and she did not like it. For so long the crown upon her head had fueled her, granted her power, and now what was she? A traitor, a whore, little more than a rogue. It was dangerous to be alone, and she knew it now more than ever. Her heart pounded heavily with fear, uncertainty.

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