Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock

What was reality? Did it even truly exist? Did her dreams and the world she woke too take turns sharing her? Which was the truth? She was always so lost on what was real and what were illusions. She knew what it was like to follow many paths, what it was like to wake up one moment and be thrown into a new world. Where were all those faces she knew? The homes she clung to and pledged her fealty too. It was all ashes to the wind. They were fragments of images she no longer trusted to be her past. Did her former master ever really exist or had it all be some long dream?

Her ears twitched to the question. She knew not of this world and the other. The ones that was so close she could almost touch it. Perhaps it was merely her two worlds and no one else?s. Her ears perked forward at the comment of her mental stability. Her violet eyes blinked with an unknown emotion. How many times did she forget who was with her? Where she was? Even who she was? So many times her memories lapses on top of each other and she thought someone was a different person.

?The frailty of minds is a rare thing. When the rabbit speaks in riddles and the flowers talk of other worlds it tends to become overwhelming. Memories forage worlds that never truly existed or they did and we simply cannot differentiate the here and now and then. The web that fractures our intricate realties is one I know all to well.? She said sympathetically. Yet she enjoyed the oddities of her mind. The sense of cleverness that always followed her. If her mind warped and the secrets she knew were buried under common knowledge then she was no risk to anyone or anything to reveal those secrets.

She spoke of her imprisonment. She tilted her head to the side in response. She had enslaved a wolf, a male, but honestly she had only said he was enslaved. She had vowed to protect the little mouse and she would do it the way she saw fit. Her tail flicked behind her as she listened carefully to all the details she had to offer. She was ignorant to the other possible packs that wandered this world. She knew only of her own and of Zara. ?Seracia,? she repeated, ?Are you a slave in this pack?? she questioned. She would not unbind her shackles if she deserved them. She believed in punishment for breaking laws. However, enslavement simply for the sake of it was not something she condoned.

Her ears twitched as the female spoke her name. Her lips twitched with amusement. ?So your family named you for the aspirations you mimic?? she questioned a small laugh filling her for a moment. Her name wasn?t quite as appropriate as this female was. ?I am called Newt. I am the new Queen of LenTajin? she said with a smile. She expected nothing in return for the title. This wolf did not belong to her. ?Tell me of this predicament you are avoiding.? She requested, if the female desired not to speak of it then the matter would be left alone. She could respect the wishes of others even if her curiosity wanted otherwise.