New life for a new day
06-22-2014, 08:37 PM
Whether or not her littermate requires her presence, he receives it anyway--however unknowingly she has stalked him to the eastern region proceeding their quite informative encounter where she has lain in wait, a prying serpent in the grass. His news had set her veins ablaze with fury and her mind poisoned with trepidation--the supremacy of her bloodline was to be tainted by the subservient genetics of a whore and she, the self-proclaimed Elysius matriarch, was entirely powerless to stop the life developing within the woman?s soiled womb. It had been a vehement suggestion upon velveteen lips--the termination of his spawn--and yet, her brother had been quite keen on ensuring his babes? survival and had refuted the generosity of her offer. However dissatisfying it is to know that her potential nieces and nephews will be disgraced by the weakness of their mother, the phantom queen knows that she must adhere to her sibling?s desires if she is to mend their frayed relationship; Ares? children shall remain u n t o u c h e d so long as they don?t retain Devya?s less-than-appealing attributes.
She has heard the delightful cacophony of agonizing yelps from her pregnant adversary, and thus, knows it is time. Willowy limbs propel the phantom with the carriage of an omnipotent tyrant beyond the borders of her brother?s pack and into its domain, indifferent to the prospect of assault for such a blatant display of disrespect; her nieces and nephews demand her attention ( whether they know it or not ), and she will gift it to them for their own sake. She knows that their mother will not teach them of the horrors of this cruel world ( more importantly, how to commit them ), and therefore, has imposed the duty upon herself to educate them--but only in due time. She has not received her invite to this event and yet, remains unoffended; her presence is warranted here anyway, and the paladin soon manifests within the narrow walls of her brother?s makeshift den, abstract gaze immediately locating the spectacle with mild interest. Her countenance is void of the emotion swarming upon her interior even as her pupils interlock upon the frail form of her sable adversary, soon vacating the premises of the whore?s distended physique in favor of the babes nestled into her breast, a singular brow quirking inquisitively upon her forehead as she briefly scrutinizes their miniscule figures. Like worms, they writhe, and the wraith soon finds her upper lip unfurling over sinful incisors in disgust as she reclines comfortably onto her haunches, unabashed by the possibility of the fledgling parents? wrath against her. ?What are they?? she inquires to either Ares or Devya, vocals monotonous; has she been blessed with nieces, or nephews?
She has heard the delightful cacophony of agonizing yelps from her pregnant adversary, and thus, knows it is time. Willowy limbs propel the phantom with the carriage of an omnipotent tyrant beyond the borders of her brother?s pack and into its domain, indifferent to the prospect of assault for such a blatant display of disrespect; her nieces and nephews demand her attention ( whether they know it or not ), and she will gift it to them for their own sake. She knows that their mother will not teach them of the horrors of this cruel world ( more importantly, how to commit them ), and therefore, has imposed the duty upon herself to educate them--but only in due time. She has not received her invite to this event and yet, remains unoffended; her presence is warranted here anyway, and the paladin soon manifests within the narrow walls of her brother?s makeshift den, abstract gaze immediately locating the spectacle with mild interest. Her countenance is void of the emotion swarming upon her interior even as her pupils interlock upon the frail form of her sable adversary, soon vacating the premises of the whore?s distended physique in favor of the babes nestled into her breast, a singular brow quirking inquisitively upon her forehead as she briefly scrutinizes their miniscule figures. Like worms, they writhe, and the wraith soon finds her upper lip unfurling over sinful incisors in disgust as she reclines comfortably onto her haunches, unabashed by the possibility of the fledgling parents? wrath against her. ?What are they?? she inquires to either Ares or Devya, vocals monotonous; has she been blessed with nieces, or nephews?