everybody loses it -

"Speech." Thought. 428.


The attention she had sought from the oblivious canine was directed to her as an immediate aftermath of her shuffling, but it appeared hesitant to come and greet its pursuer and remained plastered to that one area. In turn, the woman mimicked its actions and simply stared back, but allowed her stance to become more welcoming as she rolled back her shoulders and lowered her skull just barely, beckoning it to come forth with her body language. After all, she saw no reason to adopt an aggressive stance and would refuse to come off as a threat unless the other creature decided to indulge Morphine with their own aggression. Despite her internal fire, she would retain a neutral attitude until provoked.


As she relaxed and her stature shifted from dominant to open, the other maneuvered across the rocky plain to confront its curious pursuer who could not help but allow a smirk to dance across her dampened countenance that only elongated across her features with every stride it took towards her. Its features became more prominent as the distance narrowed between them, only developing more as lightning struck in the distance and illuminated the rocky scene with an eerie blue light. It was easily deciphered as a male, not by its gargantuan size or bulky physique, but by its masculine aroma that wafted through her nostrils as he halted merely feet away. No other scents lingered intermingled with his own, so the white witch assumed he was a rogue just as she was; perfect. She did not desire to encounter any of Tortugan property lest it was Vi or Nnoitra, and although the male?s coat was a milky white akin to Nnoitra?s, this was definitely not her former king. No ? this brute was entirely foreign to the ex-queen.


Her ears flicked forward as the male emitted baritone vocals laced with a venom that Morphine could not deny. His words were rather rude and demanding, but it only made the curious wench all the more amused with his presence. ?What do I want?? she reiterated with less of a rude tone than the male and more of an exasperated one. She paused for a moment, noticeably musing over her own thoughts as she tilted her skull slightly sideways, the action similar to one of a confused puppy. ?Must I want something? Is it unheard of to just chat, sir?? The grin returned to claim her visage as she concluded her retort, her muzzle inclining expectantly in the male?s direction as she awaited his response, hoping it would be worthwhile.