THE MOUNTAINS WILL SHAKE
05-10-2013, 10:02 PM
Thank you Lube ♥ Although Kaien had pleaded for death at the paws of Desde, Morphine refused to see her compliance to his request as an act of kindness simply for the fact that this woman ? this fiend ? had just taken three things away from Morphine?s grasp with a single action: her high-status title, her companion, and her pride. The behemoth of a creature that stood adjacent to her had berated Kaien and his leadership before announcing the challenge as well Morphine?s, and if Morphine had the capability to read minds she would have laughed a bitter laugh at the woman?s perspective on herself that she had been entirely respectful because she, in fact, had not. Alas, she had no experience in mind reading and instead remained silent following the conclusion of her biting yet eerily calm vocals, never once allowing her rage with the situation to manifest in the form of aggression aside from the slight twitching of her upper lip. The white witch was, indeed, one to keep a level head at times, and when she was not able to maintain her calm stature, she normally struck like a cobra; she never resorted to violence immediately following an event. This case had proven to be no different despite the circumstances. Her metallic eyes sluggishly escalated from Kaien?s carcass to meet with the heterochromatic eyes of the perpetrator, the few tears that had manifested as a result of the death cascading down her cheek as her gaze hardened to match the others. Whether or not the other chided her for allowing the tears to fall and saw to it as a weakness, Morphine would not care; she refused to allow this idiot the satisfaction of her shame and wore the thin trails of moisture with pride even as the other?s jaws unhinged in preparation for her retort. As the other began her accusatory speech, the infamous smirk that normally held claim over her lovely visage contorted the sorrowful expression to sardonic amusement, and a small laugh that lacked a mocking tone but sounded almost charming accompanied it. I claim you are an idiot because you seem to lack the knowledge that you can?t - can?t wave a magic wand and have everything return to its former glory. You seem to think that a change in leadership will unite the canines of Tortuga, but what makes you any better than Kaien ? than me? They don?t accept him because he?s new ? change is so bad, mm? She shook her head at this, the chuckle still prominent in her words. I say you have a misguided opinion of me, just by the way, for one failure in a fight does not determine my worth as a leader. No ? I have led this pack beside Kaien since the beginning of spring, therefore I have reigned as Queen for about half of a year with about half of the power as Kaien. And, perhaps if you pulled your head out of your ass and opened your eyes, you would have recognized things were being done in regard to Valhalla at the last pack meeting. It was no alliance, but it would have retained the peace. But, now that you?re Queen, I suppose it?s your job to tell Tortuga that they?ll not only be kissing your ass ? you know, someone who has done little to nothing for the pack, less than incompetent little me! ? but Valhalla?s as well! What fun! She practically fell to the ground in feigned laughter, her smirk now dominating her visage so that it was nearly impossible to tell that another expression had ever resided there. And maybe none ever had. But the monstrous woman?s next set of words derived a snarl from the ex-Vecaan, a snarl that rattled her chest and set the monochromatic fur lining her spinal column prickling in her outrage. Desde had had the balls to command Morphine and to speak down on her as if she was a mere whelp, not the experienced and respected Tortugan she was and had been. The white witch jumped to her paws, shuffling slightly backwards until she faced the larger woman head-on, her skull and tail held level with her spine as her metallic eyes glazed over in a deadly glare. You are not nor will you ever be worthy of being titled my Queen, she snapped, her vocals shrewd in tone but her words matter-of-fact. Why don?t you do yourself the favor and bow down to me? Or must I beat you into submission? Must I beat the new Queen of Tortuga and gift her some pretty little scars to bear upon the throne? With that, she allowed her ears to pin against her crown and her knees to bend, preparing herself for the attack she knew Desdemona would throw at her. She was not submitting to a fool who did not deserve it, and if Morphine had her way, the other would beg and plead for her mercy and wind up submitting to her. round 0 of _ attacks ` ? --- defenses ` ? ears pinned to crown, knees bent to enable easy movement, head and tail in line with her spine injuries ` ? --- as per the rules, you attack first and decide upon ze rounds. Speech, |