IMAGINE LIVING LIKE A KING SOMEDAY
07-01-2013, 09:37 PM
set immediately after the amenti challenge, a bit after she's given birth, and before her dm.
THANK YOU SEREN ♥
The serpentine wraith had been a mere bystander to the macabre battles that had been waged upon the battlefield, observing with intense fervor as the titans clashed and splattered their arenas crimson for the sole purpose of obtaining or maintaining authority. Greed had struck their cores, had mutilated their senses until power had become their top priority even above their own well-being, but the ice queen was no stranger to such a carnal desire and would not have hesitated to endanger her own life had she been in either of their positions. Having had a taste of superiority before, Morphine was at its mercy, allowing it to warp her diseased mind and the mannerisms by which she functioned so that her sole desires revolved around it. If all went according to plan, soon enough it would be the pallid fiend in the place of the black snake who fought so valiantly against the merciless jaws of a behemoth ? all to seize power. But, for the time being, the white witch was content with portraying a loyal militant to whomever that could manage to exhume enough dominance to entice her ? and that had been the victorious imp of a woman who had stolen the Amenti crown.
A devious smirk wrapped about her immaculate countenance at the conclusion of the battle and as the gargantuan queen collapsed to the ground in defeat, metallic eyes flashing with intrigue as she awaited the victor?s speech and the crowd?s reactions. She made no notion of slaughtering the fallen ruler ? so vulnerable with a lack of consciousness ? and instead offered her and the remainder of Amenti a place to stay should they see it fit. The wraith need not have known the dethroned and her family to reach the conclusion that the new queen?s offer would be rejected out of spite just as she had dismissed Desdemona?s rule, and perhaps the snake was more than aware that her efforts would be futile for she immediately fled the premises of the battlefield without waiting for the final outcome of her comrade?s match or word from anyone. Giving a final glance to the fallen queen and her husband, still locked in combat with the russet female, the pallid babe heaved her mass upon all fours and sauntered after the rising queen.
Once the snarls and growls emanating from the battlefield faded into oblivion, Morphine quickened her pace, maintaining a slight speed until she was within earshot of the serpentine wench. Wait! she demanded, slowing as she neared the object of pursuit.
The serpentine wraith had been a mere bystander to the macabre battles that had been waged upon the battlefield, observing with intense fervor as the titans clashed and splattered their arenas crimson for the sole purpose of obtaining or maintaining authority. Greed had struck their cores, had mutilated their senses until power had become their top priority even above their own well-being, but the ice queen was no stranger to such a carnal desire and would not have hesitated to endanger her own life had she been in either of their positions. Having had a taste of superiority before, Morphine was at its mercy, allowing it to warp her diseased mind and the mannerisms by which she functioned so that her sole desires revolved around it. If all went according to plan, soon enough it would be the pallid fiend in the place of the black snake who fought so valiantly against the merciless jaws of a behemoth ? all to seize power. But, for the time being, the white witch was content with portraying a loyal militant to whomever that could manage to exhume enough dominance to entice her ? and that had been the victorious imp of a woman who had stolen the Amenti crown.
A devious smirk wrapped about her immaculate countenance at the conclusion of the battle and as the gargantuan queen collapsed to the ground in defeat, metallic eyes flashing with intrigue as she awaited the victor?s speech and the crowd?s reactions. She made no notion of slaughtering the fallen ruler ? so vulnerable with a lack of consciousness ? and instead offered her and the remainder of Amenti a place to stay should they see it fit. The wraith need not have known the dethroned and her family to reach the conclusion that the new queen?s offer would be rejected out of spite just as she had dismissed Desdemona?s rule, and perhaps the snake was more than aware that her efforts would be futile for she immediately fled the premises of the battlefield without waiting for the final outcome of her comrade?s match or word from anyone. Giving a final glance to the fallen queen and her husband, still locked in combat with the russet female, the pallid babe heaved her mass upon all fours and sauntered after the rising queen.
Once the snarls and growls emanating from the battlefield faded into oblivion, Morphine quickened her pace, maintaining a slight speed until she was within earshot of the serpentine wench. Wait! she demanded, slowing as she neared the object of pursuit.
07-01-2013, 11:08 PM
short && lame -crie-
THANK YOU SEREN ♥
She halted in her tracks when the dark serpent turned to meet her pursuer, poised as a seasoned gladiator should be with her skull lowered in orientation to her spinal column and tail ? though her stance lacked a threatening posture, merely prepared for the worst case scenario. A coy grin drew across her features as she traced the woman?s pupils back to her own figure, muscles relaxed even under the pressure of judgment ? all canines seemed so intent on getting a feel for their peers? bodies, and Morphine was no exception. Metallic eyes wavered upon the sleek, damaged body of Amenti?s new sovereign, digesting the serpent?s entire form with keenness while sultry vocals graced the atmosphere. The other?s pretty words caused her gaze to flicker back towards the woman?s bloodied visage, a sly smirk contorting her own in response to the new moniker. ? Far from it.
The serpent questioned her, desiring to hear her motives, but the pallid fiend had no intention of revealing her intentions so soon into the encounter. She pushed the inquiry to the back of her mind, allowing the woman to further observe her physique with such fervor that the white witch was not used to, but it did not faze her at any rate. She allowed her own gaze to drop to the inflicted wounds upon the wench, muzzle inclining in the direction of the seemingly sprained ankle to acknowledge it. Was it worth it? she questioned in a hushed voice, her tones feigning astonishment at the woman?s feat. Is power what you hunger for ? did it fuel your decision to burn her kingdom down? She wanted ? needed to know if the wench was like her in that fashion and desired all the knowledge the woman could offer to her. Or was it something more?
She halted in her tracks when the dark serpent turned to meet her pursuer, poised as a seasoned gladiator should be with her skull lowered in orientation to her spinal column and tail ? though her stance lacked a threatening posture, merely prepared for the worst case scenario. A coy grin drew across her features as she traced the woman?s pupils back to her own figure, muscles relaxed even under the pressure of judgment ? all canines seemed so intent on getting a feel for their peers? bodies, and Morphine was no exception. Metallic eyes wavered upon the sleek, damaged body of Amenti?s new sovereign, digesting the serpent?s entire form with keenness while sultry vocals graced the atmosphere. The other?s pretty words caused her gaze to flicker back towards the woman?s bloodied visage, a sly smirk contorting her own in response to the new moniker. ? Far from it.
The serpent questioned her, desiring to hear her motives, but the pallid fiend had no intention of revealing her intentions so soon into the encounter. She pushed the inquiry to the back of her mind, allowing the woman to further observe her physique with such fervor that the white witch was not used to, but it did not faze her at any rate. She allowed her own gaze to drop to the inflicted wounds upon the wench, muzzle inclining in the direction of the seemingly sprained ankle to acknowledge it. Was it worth it? she questioned in a hushed voice, her tones feigning astonishment at the woman?s feat. Is power what you hunger for ? did it fuel your decision to burn her kingdom down? She wanted ? needed to know if the wench was like her in that fashion and desired all the knowledge the woman could offer to her. Or was it something more?
07-02-2013, 06:35 PM
Her inquiries managed to take the black serpent by surprise, as if the desire for knowledge was a foreign concept, but the pallid wraith knew her own words were probably unexpected in light of recent events. For all the sovereign knew, the ?angelic? babe that sought her out could have waited on the former queen?s every whim, so willing to fetch the head of the usurper so as to display it upon Amenti?s borders as a warning to any that dare question the behemoth queen?s rule. Alas, she was a roaming spirit and queen of nothing, tainted not by the stench of a pack and supporter of none but her own flesh and blood, free to do as she pleased. That freedom, however, did not sate the desire to succeed, and without a commanded duty such a victorious feeling was made impossible to obtain. Living the life of a vagabond was far from lounging in the lap of luxury ? it was a dull experience for the white witch, and until she could gather the strength and support demanded to dethrone the Tortugan ?queen,? linking forces with the powerful snake appeared to be her greatest option ? so long as she could convince the woman she was a worthy lackey.
Triangular ears peeled forward from their position slicked against her crown as the viper began her explanation, avidly listening to the tale of the two lovers and their complications. Her brows knitted neatly together and a frown caressed her features as she digested this new information, confusion striking her as she pondered the wench?s motive for thieving an entire kingdom. She had done so to protect the one she held so dearly to her heart, and yet, she allowed the behemoth queen to live, therefore granting her the opportunity to exact her vengeance through any means necessary ? including going after the russet lady should she succeed in her gruesome endeavor. The snake?s effort seemed almost futile in Morphine?s eyes, but she would shove it aside and allow the woman to cross that bridge when she came to it ? if she did at all. How darling, she cooed as the other?s speech reached its conclusion, the frown dissipating from her countenance to be replaced by a simper.
She diverted her attention from her thoughts to the dark creature as she was addressed with her new moniker, the simper never fading from her visage as the woman questioned her. She seemed fond of flirtation and infatuated with her appearance, and although she was practically a stranger to such games as these, Morphine would do her best to play along and win the sovereign?s favor. That was?impressive, to say the least, she began, gesturing back in the direction of the battlefield in hopes that the woman would understand the compliment. They doubted you ? a tiny little pest in comparison to a monster ? and still you came out victorious with little damage; I can respect that of you, blackbird. She smirked at the title she had bestowed upon the nameless face, pausing if only for a moment to build the suspense, her vocals soft and dipped in sweet honey. But if it?s the world and its protection you want for your dearest, I can offer myself to start you off, but only for a while, for I want a different world to call my own.
07-03-2013, 08:51 PM
The serpent queen appeared modest, shrugging off Morphine?s compliment with indifference as if her feat truly had not been that impressive, but in the wraith?s eyes, a victor?s title was something to debut with pride ? especially if the win granted one with authority as it had for the temptress. A smirk righted itself upon her visage as the woman ? the snake ? corrected her, skull sluggishly shaking from side to side with amusement before interjecting. Snake, then, she purred between the woman?s words, metallic eyes flashing to meet the other?s icy, cerulean gaze as she awaited her offer?s verdict. She questioned to confirm Morphine?s intentions, and the pallid queen merely offered her a brief nod, triangular ears flicking forward to accept the terms to abide to should she pledge her allegiance to Amenti ? nothing different from what she had expected, most establishments seemed to house similar regulations. Fair enough, she accepted, words firm though tones airy.
Before further vocals could vacate her jaws to question what exactly her duty would be within the new pack, the blackbird demanded her name. Morphine, she offered simply, a devious smirk coiling about her immaculate countenance before she continued. But I must admit, ?angel? is fine, too. ? Just not fitting. What shall I call my serpent queen?
07-04-2013, 01:26 AM
Interestingly enough, her new sovereign had been titled ?Medusa? ? such a fitting name for the sly serpent that she was. She registered the name with the piercing cerulean gaze the woman possessed, skull bobbing slightly as if to confirm she would memorize it. Her queen continued with the barrage of inquiries, desiring an insight to the devious schemes she had crafted out of pure bitterness and rage, and since the woman had been so willing as to grant Morphine the knowledge of her challenge?s purpose, the wraith would be so kind as to return the favor. My pack ? I want it back. It was taken from me by an incompetent fool who refused to fight me, but I will get my fight if she wishes to defend her crown. ? And all the blood she has to offer.
07-05-2013, 07:16 PM
i would still like to spree this, if you don't mind~ <3
THANK YOU SEREN ♥
The serpent?s statement appealed to her capabilities, causing a wave of confidence to wash over her mind and temporarily nullify the sliver of doubt that had plagued her. But she offered only a brief, genuine smile to speak of her gratitude for the snake?s confidence in her newest and first militant, nodding without hesitance to confirm that an alliance was not out of the question should she succeed in capturing the Tortugan crown once more ? who would she be to deny the aide of one who had proven to be competent? The talk of her future endeavor ceased existing then as the other continued complimenting her, then inquiring of the rank the white wraith should obtain under temporary circumstances, hinting to a higher title that took the babe aback some although the surprise failed to manifest upon her vague countenance. What is it that you had in mind, my serpent queen? she asked with a touch of amusement, brows knitting together curiously. Of course, prestigious or not, the pallid wench would perform her given tasks with vigor and without complaint ? a loyal lackey until it was she in the seat of authority.
The serpent?s statement appealed to her capabilities, causing a wave of confidence to wash over her mind and temporarily nullify the sliver of doubt that had plagued her. But she offered only a brief, genuine smile to speak of her gratitude for the snake?s confidence in her newest and first militant, nodding without hesitance to confirm that an alliance was not out of the question should she succeed in capturing the Tortugan crown once more ? who would she be to deny the aide of one who had proven to be competent? The talk of her future endeavor ceased existing then as the other continued complimenting her, then inquiring of the rank the white wraith should obtain under temporary circumstances, hinting to a higher title that took the babe aback some although the surprise failed to manifest upon her vague countenance. What is it that you had in mind, my serpent queen? she asked with a touch of amusement, brows knitting together curiously. Of course, prestigious or not, the pallid wench would perform her given tasks with vigor and without complaint ? a loyal lackey until it was she in the seat of authority.
07-07-2013, 03:59 PM
Silently she awaited the verdict, digits idly flexing and dulled nails kneading the earth while the sovereign contemplated her given task, a sly grin manifesting upon her countenance before the offer was given. In return, a smirk draped across her own facial features at the realization that she was being gifted with the second-most prestigious title in the pack; surely the serpent queen knew exactly how to entice the pallid wraith who craved a seat of authority. She would oblige the snake?s request without hesitance and would play the role of a diplomatic beta even if under temporary circumstances ? the desire to prove her worth to the other wench undeniable. I would be a fool to refuse such a generous offer, she admitted, her tones confident with acceptance. Now that she had pledged her allegiance to the black sovereign and had earned a rank to accompany it, she felt it necessary to mention a topic of importance that had escaped her thoughts until then: her newborn whelps, secured in a den-site with their sire miles away. Oh, she added abruptly, attempting to captivate the woman?s attention upon herself. There is something you should know, my queen: I am not alone. I share the company of three whelps, perhaps a month old. They are not needed to bear the Amenti title as I do, for I know caring for them is a burden, especially if I were to place their care in the pack?s hands. I am capable of caring for them myself, and I can move them closer to the packlands in about a month?s time else they risk dying. Until then, I must travel there? But if you call on me, I will come. Perhaps the baggage of her whelps would prove to be an issue to the dark queen, but the effeminate babe could only hope Medusa would be understanding. After all, her whelps meant the world and then some to her, for they were her keys to success in the long run.
07-08-2013, 05:59 PM
The queen gave her decree generously, even offering her whelps a place to reside within the Amenti borders so long as they were kept out of the snake?s sight. A brief, amused and charming chortle cascaded from her unhinged jaws as she digested Medusa?s brutally honest words; truth be told, she loathed the majority of whelps like the temptress, but her own children just so happened to be the exception for they were of her own blood and Morphine viewed them as nothing less than promising. As her laughter subsided she nodded to accept the babe?s terms despite her disagreement that they were useless, backpedalling slightly as she gestured to return to her vulnerable children and end the encounter, pausing momentarily just in case the queen made a notion to continue conversing. When she didn?t, her body pivoted, skull still facing the direction of her superior?s own as she sauntered off. As I said, just a call away, she reminded the woman, skull turning to face forward as she maneuver back the way she came. Until then, my queen.