THE BLOOD'S RUN STALE

"Speech." Thought. 942.


The sarcastic jest she had directed towards her companion had been met with amusement, metallic eyes shooting towards the brute as he startled with the trace of a snicker; the white witch, however apathetic she normally was to the feelings and worries of others, was satiated with her work for the time being. She had managed to turn a serious conversation ? one that could prove to arouse unease with the male due to his self-doubt ? into something lighter, something to joke about. It was not that she cared about Kaien?s self-conscious attitude and pessimism ? or maybe she did. Perhaps she did wish for the male to prosper with his leadership and have him earn the respect his position demanded that hadn?t thus far been supplied to him from the Tortugans; they had become unified through business and perhaps had breached the level of friendship by now, after all, so perhaps desiring for his success was not so farfetched ? even for one as cold as the ice queen.


As he spoke, she nearly interrupted his speech with a growl that urged to surface from the depths of her throat at the mentioning of what had occurred at the battlefield, the subject which she had attempted to avoid at this point in the conversation. They had touched upon it earlier on, but Morphine had intended for that to be it and matters to have been settled, for the topic was one which encouraged anger within both of them. But she refrained from cutting him off as she had become too absorbed in the information he had offered her: only she and Ulrike ? a male of which she had detested for the simple fact that she had believed him incompetent ? had faith in Kaien? This was not a piece to soothe the wench, for she had been unaware that so many disliked the king. No ? something needed to be done to sway the opinions of Tortuga?s bulk. But what?


He spoke again of their spar, though the words fell upon deaf ears. A smile wavered briefly over her countenance as she noticed the male had allowed another chuckle to slip from his jaws, though she wasn?t exactly aware of the reason for his amusement because she wasn?t paying his words much attention at all. Schemes were formulating within the depths of the ever-plotting mind of Morphine ? schemes which would not breach the surface. Kaien had been exactly correct in suggesting an heir, for Morphine knew that having whelps associated the parents with power among the others as well as it had the potential to prove to Tortuga Kaien?s seriousness about the pack, for what wolf would place their children into a pack they intended to destroy? Perhaps her logic was flawed, but perhaps an heir would change Tortuga. After all, neither she nor Kaien were destined to live forever; another would need to take hold of the reigns at some point and pull Tortuga towards greatness. An heir ? yes -- her heir.


Her skull elevated from its perch atop her petite paws, metallic eyes darting to separate areas of her surroundings as she prepared to leave, though she did not quite return to her paws just yet. Her attention rested back upon Kaien and she offered him a grin: ?In due time, I assure you they will come around. You can?t please everyone, though, and I know you realize that.? The idea had been set in stone by now; not only would an heir of her?s and Kaien?s benefit Kaien, but the idea also appealed to the wench as well. No, the bloating of her dainty abdomen was not an ideal of the woman who prided herself in her appearance, but rather the simple power factor that would accompany children. Besides, she had always desired whelps of her own to train as Spartans ? great warriors to earn great titles and pass along her genes and contribute to her lineage. The fact that Kaien did appeal to her standards was also a plus, for should they have children, they surely would be rather attractive and strong ? perhaps smaller due to their mother?s dwarfish size and perhaps behemoths due to their father?s gargantuan. The only thing blockading the woman from the definitive of whelps with Kaien was the fact that they were not romantically involved, but they didn?t need to be. Sure, if they bred that would be crossing certain boundaries between business and romance, but it was all with good intentions. All she needed to do was seduce the male ? yes ? she could do that. Maybe.


As her vocals concluded, she rose to her paws, making sure to brush the front of her paws along his forelimb as she stretched them before her body. She had been within close enough proximity to act as if it was a mere coincidence, but she wondered if such an action would leave him curious as she desired it to have. She never broke that touch barrier between her and anyone unless they were involved in battle, so perhaps it would, but she would act as if such an action were nothing because it would have been to anyone but the white witch. Once she had been stretched out, she looked down at the male, her trademarked smirk painted across her lovely visage as she pivoted to leave the way the male had entered from. ?I would not worry too much on it right now; it?s quite late. Do sleep, yes?? Regardless of his words, she would nod, and pad off into the distance before turning back to him briefly. ?Do speak with Luce, as well.?


And with that, the white witch faded into the darkness.