Alternate realities [Zara/aw]

Realities twisted and warped as she walked the path of her violent struck high. She could feel it pulling at her mind. Death was so easy, so final. How many lives had she taken, too many and not enough? She could feel her strings pulling as if the master had grasped the handle and tugged. She moved in response to the pull and soon her master had found her. Her violet eyes roved over the condition her master was in. Her lips rose around her gift as a rumble pulled from the depths of her belly. It was a soundless question. Who the fuck had done this to her? Whose head needed to roll? Yet her master seemed content in a way and she was confused on what to do or say. She had come back with nothing more then a few bruises and a bite on her rump.

She sniffed her master carefully but said nothing as she questioned what presents she brought her. She allowed her head to fall towards the ground. The muscles pulled and groaned from the fading affects of her battle. She released the trophy and licked the drying blood from her jaws. The little queen was dead. She saw everything. The way her eyes remained shut, the blood that cloaked her body, she was so envious of the battle she had endured. She would have given anything to leave so far broken that she couldn?t find the good flesh from the ripped. ?I bring you life, or death rather, the object that pumped the life into the fallen queen.? She said with sadness. She hadn?t wanted to kill Sade like that. She had wanted the battle to end and keep the little queen in her grasp. She had much to learn of the ways of this kingdom and she needed guidance.

?I see you broke bloody bread with someone.? She said simply, she began to lick the blood from Zara?s face. The taste was old and bitter and held traces of someone else. She knew not who they were now but if she tasted that blood again she would know them. ?Did they leave as broken as you?? she asked, she wanted to know if the bitch that had hurt her was broken and bleeding just like her. If she got away with minor injuries well her life was on the line. If the ever met the bitch that had hurt her master it would be a scary day for that wolf. The thick clutching blood would have to be washed away by water but she could groom her master as best as she could. She wanted to at the least alleviate some of her discomfort. Grooming was just as much for cleaning as it was for reassurance.