Death Of An Assassin

Dual colored gems would gleam with life... apparently just to spite the ivory goddess. To Cyanide's knowledge, she was still a Queen, but she wasn't Cyanide's Queen. Morphine had been half the reason for her betrayal. She held no respect for the creature before her, quite the contrast to the male who had just saved her aging hide. If Nnoitra had still reigned over Tortuga, Cyanide never would have strayed. She believed in Nnoitra, they had been the closest they could come to friendship at one point. She had been Tortuga's third official member, had helped lay the foundation for what the pack stood for today. Yes..dishonor, distrust and lies. Valhalla lay in shambles, it too was a mess of a pack, it seemed the only sanctuary the assassin would find would lie in death, her pack had been long since banished, destroyed, no less, by humans.

Her cranium would shake, sending clumps of mangled dirt vaulting through the air to land with a sloshing sound. The woman's words would reach her ears and they would swivel forward, catching venom flavored words with ease. Not a single drop of emotion would test the pools of Cyanide's eyes. Completely distant, completely vacant, the woman would stare, all memories, pleasant or otherwise vanquished as she gave the two her full attention. One wished her a corpse, the other wished she continued to breathe.

"Traitor? I will take that name, but you... you are nothing more than complacency, apathy and disgrace. You and Kaien accomplished nothing save for unnecessary hostility, wicked bitterness, and cruel deception. You would come to power via Kaien's lack of will and made no effort to know your pack, you would disreguard us, unworthy of your time, and all the while expecting us to follow you blindly like sheep. I was one of Tortuga's oldest members and you nor Kaien held any respect for such loyalty. I will take the name Traitor but I will ne no lamb, I will not be forgotten and fade into shadow because some spoiled brat wouldn't know respect if it erupted from her womb. I choose to keep some semblance of honor and respect. I betrayed Tortuga because its two leaders were cowards unwilling to fight but allowing a traitor to wallow in our midst at least when Nnoitra led us he did so with dignity and respect, he actually gave two shits about us, unlike you." Her words were neither biting nor venomous. They came in a neutral tone, completely sparred of emotions. The bird above would screech his lyrics of poetry and Cyanide's tail would whip violently, sending more chunks of muck flying. She cared little if she lived or died here. Her purpose had been served and ended long before she had met Nnoitra. She didn't so much as flinch.