intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame

Roman chuckled. Pregnancy really did put a damper on domination and destroying other peoples shitty empires. Gods, how she knew. She brushed off Elli's comment of needing herbs with a shrug. "Lack of sleep comes with the territory. Five pups in one litter- apparently the Gods felt bad for taking my last one." She notes, her voice dry. "One of them though- will be lucky to survive to summer. I expect to wake up and find her dead." The fact leaves her jaws, as cold as she feels about it. She doesn't have the emotion left to cry anymore. The Gods have taken even that from her. They left her with ambition and drive at least, so she can scarcely complain. At Elli's joke she gave a good natured growl. "No more!" She practically cried. Gods. She couldn't imagine any more pups! She shook her head, and sighed. "The pups were listening to Greek tell a story, so I have a while before they realize I'm gone." She stood and stepped over the border. "Want to take a walk? Perhaps talking with you will give me some insight on what to do with my foolish neighbors." She spoke grimly, as she crossed the border to stand beside her former Lady and friend.