Forget to Remember

Disarray was a companion that followed her closely. Revolution was what she feared when the kingdom had found her with the little queens crown. Some had fled, abandoned their loyalties with the death of their former queen and others stood by to see what the queen slayer did with their regale realm. She knew that these wolves viewed themselves like the Amazonian wolves. Females rose to the call of high ranks and males protected and breed. Those ideas had disturbed the mad queen. Each wolf was one piece to the puzzle of a kingdom. Each a stone in the foundation and they would be used to each and every one of their individual skills. She sought to find a captain, both male and female to teach the underlings. Sought to make this world into a faceless one. One where they whispered that death came with a price and assassins were as quick as lightening and as fierce and unforgiving as the world around them.

She had so much work cut out for her. First she needed to familiarize herself with those that still lingered in the depths of her kingdom. Know each one by name so she could tell who did or did not belong to her. She would send them all searching for the best, for those that had more to give then just breeding rights and general pack life. She would be unforgiving with lawbreakers and traitors. She would have no qualms with removing heads with her own behemoth fangs. She was determined to make a name for herself. Already she had deemed herself the queen slayer but she was certain after time her subjects would call her something along the lines to the Mad queen.

She was busy removing the fading aroma of Sade. Markings each new border with scat and urine to make sure trespassers knew who she was. Her ears twitched as she stopped sniffing the grounds. Her head pulled upright as she listened carefully. A summoning had been placed for her. Her brows arched with curiosity. Had anyone heard of her achievements yet? She was grateful that whomever wandering the borders had used the proper protocols in requesting an audience with the queen. She was in no mood to put anyone in their place and she was wearier of battle with her unborn cubs growing as each day passed by. She worried that if she engaged in anything physical that she would lose one or all of them.

She wandered to the edge of reality. A phantom lingered in the darkness. Piercing blue eyes watched for anything and everything. She knew that look all to well. She was a perspective being. Analyzing everything for signs of weakness or clues to what it was that haunted them. If she read them just right she could guess their inner secrets and scare them into believing she knew the truth. Her tail flicked as she approached the alabaster wolf. It seemed she had been meeting more and more of them. First the ghost who?s life was chained to another pack and then her wretched brother come back from the depths of his shallow grave. It would do her well to plug her fangs threw his chest and rip out his heart with her own jaws. Never the less he was family and though she had forgotten her parents what they had taught her was still ingrained in the depths of her subconscious.

?Welcome to my nightmare, what's your type of poison?? she questioned, her head tilting ever so slightly to the left. Her violet eyes flickered across his body so quickly it was as if she blinked and had memorized every inch of him. She would remember this wolf. whom ever he was and she would need just a little blood to help her out, willing or unwilling.