SHE'S A KILLER QUEEN

                    the deity is encumbered by silence throughout the duration of her sister?s prolonged speech, ears having careened backwards in order to better register the pompous princess? soprano as it floods her den?s decrepit interior. pallid lids flutter over mismatched eyes as her thoughts swarm beneath, heavily contemplating upon the dove?s verdict; shall she be merciful, or shall the girl face similar reprimanding to her negligent littermate? morbid visions of red -- of GORE -- flash before her mind?s eye, and a subconscious smirk begins to unfold across the premises of her decadent countenance. yet nephele?s reasoning for having fled their kingdom is one that forces the phantom queen to reconsider, and her haunches vacate their perch atop the tainted earth as she pivots to face the poised beauty, her malevolent expression dispersing of frayed lips as her frigid gaze fixates fervently upon her youthful sibling?s own.



?and you were unsuccessful in locating him?? she inquires carefully, willowy appendages propelling her towards her sister at a sluggish gait -- each pawstep methodically placed. and as she approaches the vixen, it becomes apparent that her sibling had, indeed, failed in her mission, as cerberus? musky odor does not intertwine with the dove?s own sickly sweet aroma. yet the tyrant queen does not retract her question, curiosity laden across her features as she awaits the girl?s confession -- of omission.