NIGHTMARE QUEEN
06-22-2014, 06:12 PM
First, it was infection. The wounds from her assault festered, a hot fever rushing through her bloodstream as her head pounded. Figures blurred, her body prone to fits as her blood sought to rid herself of the terrible infection. Then, it was plague. Eye-bleeding, hallucination-inducing plague. She could not see what had been happening, could not distinguish the light of truth from the dark of illusion. And oh, in all the chaos in agony her children had evaded her. The Queen, the true Queen, had lost herself. She had lost her children, and none if it could have been helped. She had only been in the same den she?d initially sought for herself, no mystery there. Unable to move, unable to leave. And yet she had survived without being a burden; whereas Sendoa, a weaker woman would have fallen undoubtedly, Argent had emerged. Today she is strong. Perhaps not as strong as she was once, at least not yet, but she is getting there. Short limbs carry her out of her haven of disease, and she decides it?s time to find a new den, one more fitting of her stature within this pack. She had formed it, built it with her own blood and sweat, and thus she thinks she deserves more than a beggar?s corner. No, she will be taking the primest of real estate for herself and herself alone. |