The queen slayer's strife {Anthrax}

Rage, it ripped from her mind and slammed across her spine like a nine tails whip. She could feel it fill her gaze as she craned her neck to put the stranger in her line of vision. Her back was still turned to the stranger but her bright violet eye had found him. The anger in it seemed to smolder as she let out a warning growl. Her tail flicked behind him like a serpent searching for a neck to bite. ?Should you know what it is you saw you wouldn?t think so.? She rebutted with a snort. Her ears flicked backwards for a moment, feigning embarrassment, then pulled forward with aggression. She slowly pulled herself upright from the ground and shook her velvet coat.

She pulled each limb into step. Testing the waters to ensure the puppet master had relinquished her hold over her physical body. She could feel the presence of her riding the depths of her mind but she was confident that she was fully in control. Her gaze lingered over the male before her. He was fairly smaller then she but still a mighty male. She topped him by several inches. Her weight was heavier then his she could tell by his build. She could feel the anger boiling inside her. What had happened was a private matter. Not that she had done the best job at keeping her distress to herself but it had not meant to be something for another?s amusement.

She could feel the ache in her jaws to bite. She longed to taste the bodies life wine fill her pallet and bring her back into her mind. She dismissed the urge and stalked around him. She took a deep breath and pulled his aroma deep into her lungs. Tasting whom he was and if he belonged to anyone. He tasted of freedom. ?What is it you are seeking?? she asked, the question held an unknown weight to it. She knew nothing of this stranger or the quarry he was after. She had merely wanted to know what it was he wanted from her. She felt her fur ripple down her back. She was trying desperately to curb her rage but it stabbed her gut over and over again. She swallowed down the taste for blood and looked at him with an abrasive glance.

She was a thing of madness. Lost in the yesterdays and tomorrows. The present was an unknown thing. A wandering thing. That constantly eluded her. Who was the face that looked back from the waters reflection? Where had the crown come from? She could scarcely remember. She was apart of something more, something bigger, but why? Why was she responsible for them all? Who had deemed her worthy of such a cause? As if they followed her. She knew none of them but the ones she was claiming and the youth that curled about with in her womb. They would be the future of the kingdom and she would forge it with madness and aggression.