Harder to Breath.

Hickory, dickory, dock,

The dead mouse hung from the clock.

The the clock struck one

The mouse?s noose fell down.

Hickory Dickory mother fucking dock.

A nightmare stood in the clutches of a towering shadow. Violet eyes watched the carcass of a whore that wandered the streets searching for its next victim. He was poison to those around him. He was a fickle little bird. One whose loyalties were always in question. He was selfishness and lust all wrapped up into one neat little ivory package. It amused her that she was so dark and he was so light. Who was his mother, certainly not the queen that had birthed her and her sister? He was a prince in rags. He was a poser and she couldn?t help the dark smile the crept over her lips.

Her violet eyes blinked for a moment as she heard him call out. Looking for the next wolf to infect. She looked down at Dom and whispered into his ear. ?Be weary of the alabaster whore.? She warned. Knew his charms, his smile, and his free bird attitude. How many packs had he abandoned? How many hearts had he broken? How many children did he father and abandon. She shook her head and let out a sigh. He would find her one way or another and it was best that she find him before he heard word of her kingdom.

She pulled her behemoth body upright. Her violet coat seemed to glow with the fires of the night. Her violet eyes lingered over his frame. If her eyes could burn him to death they would have. She held her head high, displaying her newly acquired dominance, though still part of her longed for her master?s return. If only she would come back and give her the release she desires. She shook her head of the thoughts and turned to ensure that Dom was following her. Her attention turned back towards her half brother and she growled.

?I wonder. Has your filthy dick brought you to this place? Searching for a few holes to occupy? Maybe one day you can crawl in one and finally die.? Her voice was dark and foreboding. Her violet eyes were locked on her brother. Her tail slashed behind her like some wild thing seeking for a place to bite. She cracked her neck and looked down at him. How many times had they both looked down on her because of her mind?s constant state of disarray? It wasn?t her fault that. That. What had broken her mind again? All she could see were Amber eyes burning in her head. She could never remember anything more then that.