I SHALL SING YOU THE SWEETEST DREAM

ooc;; set after the challenge. gonna keep details vague until the results are up. I'm k with short posts!

Everything? It was all for her.

Eyes were glazed as slender limbs were placed on in front of the other at a steady pace set off towards her home, towards her pack. She had visited him, paid him what she had promised and now all the wanted to do was fall into the arms of the one she loved. She was tired? Oh so tired. So as paws would drag her forward, drag her towards the swamplands. It was a strange place, half dirty and half magical but it was also one of her favourite places. So that was where she would go, crossing to pack lands that not stunk of Crucifix and carrying on to one of the inner pools of the swamp, one of the few pools that were clean enough to bathe. But before she even got there she would tip her head back, forcing out a weary howl for one. For her dear sweet Desiree. She had told no one of her plans, of her schemes and of her revenge. Would Desiree understand? Would her love ever forgive her? She cared not for war or any other issue that might plague their pack. If need be she would sweep up her love and her children and flee this wretched place that had brought them nothing but sickness and pain. Maybe one day Vi would come to love it but thus far she could not force herself to. She needed to bide her time, gather her troops and ready herself. She needed to be ready? And so she would slip languidly into the waters as soon as she approached, water immediately tinted pink within a fairly large radius around her as the blood both clotted and fresh began to slump off.

She couldn't stand though? Her legs were quivering and she was tired. So tired. Slowly she would back up, retreating into the shallows before legs would finally collapse and she would drop like a stone first to her belly and then dropping to her side. Her skull crashed heavily to the ground so eye was at the shore line and nose was pointed towards the air. Her breath was shallow, eyes struggling to remain open. Way was she so tired?

"Speech"