THE BLOOD'S RUN STALE

*Morphine* · 04-07-2013, 02:55 AM

Thank you Chesh ♥

Summer had greeted the island with promises of warmth and an abundance of prey, but the coming and going of another season struck the queen with a sense of a vague emptiness rather than bliss in the wonderful and new conditions. Time was a peculiar thing to the girl; it seemed as if it was just yesterday that she had been forcibly removed from Alacritis due to the eruption, but it had almost been an entire year. She was not growing any younger, either; she was almost a woman of five and seemed to have the world eating out of her paws, and yet, the wench still wasn?t satisfied with her life. Aside from the fact that she led a band of haughty mongrels and retained her youthful beauty, she felt as if there was something missing in her life ? something she couldn?t quite pinpoint ? but whatever it was, it was unknowingly keeping her from fully enjoying life. Filling that void with a surge for further power seemed justifiable, but, in reality, it was doing nothing more for the woman as far as happiness went. She could have had the entire island tending to her every whim, yet it still wouldn?t have been the remedy for her discontent. So what was the thing she desired most?

Spending a moment even wondering what she wanted was a waste of valuable time, for it was now impossible for her to read herself. She flipped onto her side, allowing the curiosity to drain from her mind and into the stream that flowed beneath her abdomen and down the hill that she had been perched atop. Metallic eyes flickered to view the rocky expanse that was Tortuga?s domain, illuminated by the full moon that hung overhead. It was a sight to behold to the average canine: the snow that adorned the ground throughout every other season had long since melted due to the summer?s heat and vegetation had sprouted from the crevices between the rocky terrain, but Morphine failed to notice the true beauty of the land and saw a distorted version that only her pupils would ever behold. Nothing piqued her interest; it appeared as if all of Tortuga had bedded down for the night for she witnessed not a disturbance in the premises of the territory before her, but she dearly wished she could find sleep. It seemed as if insomnia now plagued her, for she found herself wasting night after night without a bat of the eyelid and allowed her thoughts and worries to overtake her mind instead and deny her of her beauty rest. Attempting to sleep was a lost cause now; she could only count on the crickets to make her nights worthwhile anymore.

Speech. Thought. 455.

starting posts are the bane of my existence; but they'll get better, i promise D;

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