Game Of Thrones.

*Anzhelika* · 09-16-2014, 04:35 PM

The ivory sadist would watch the white demon as she would speak, pale ears flicking as she listened to Sinister intently.

"Anzhelika my dear do not get over your head, there are many things we need to discuss before the commencement of this Empire. As I do plan on to rule by your side, there are things that need to be thoroughly thought out. For as we are two Queens of might, and intellectual embraces we do not need to fall in defeat so soon. So, walk with me, dear, as I inform you of our plans. We will rule, we will form an army, and we will be seated upon thrones made of corpses and roses. There shall be no other Goddesses that would look like perfection atop something so.. insidious."

Oh Hell yes. Those words that fell from her ebony lips were simply the greatest set of lyrics she had ever heard or even obtained within her knowledge. They would rule the throne of corpses and roses. The ivory Queen was quite young herself, so having an early throne within her pack-- no, empire, would be the best idea.

This white demon could be her mother, even, pulling Anzhelika into a reign she had never known before, much less felt. She would definitely call the pale lady her friend, and their relationship would only grow and tighten together as they lived out their insidious lives side by side.

"I must be patient with you, Sinister my dear.. But where do we start?" She would ask in all honesty, Anzhelika never knowing what to do if she ever came to this point, especially since she was in her own pack at the moment. And by the scent the white demon carried, she could tell that she held a low and pitiful ranking herself just as Anzhelika did in her pack.

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