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The world was encumbered by twilight, painting the cerulean skies an ominous black so that the creatures of the earth crawled in obscurity, vision only lucid for the nocturnal beasts that lurked in the shadows such as the pallid babe and the mentor who stalked just behind her heels, waiting to seize the opportunity to dissect her flaws. The sensation of being examined was present within the child for she could almost feel the heat of her mother?s gaze boring a hole into the back of her skull, but the minuscule viper would refuse to crumble beneath her critical gaze and maintain the aura of utmost confidence that the queen had urged upon her. Her developing countenance exhibited an expression of indifference despite the numerous curiosities floating through her mind, desiring nothing more than to question her mother?s motives for trekking without a targeted destination, but understanding that saying nothing at all was the safest route to take. So the child forbade vocalizations from falling from her inky lips, instead writhing through the labyrinth of vegetation that made up her mother?s domain in silence, her triangular ears slicked against her crown to portray her uncertainty with what was about to occur and her mother?s reasoning for luring her away from her siblings and the remainder of the pack. i love shrap. for like a long time && then some.

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Metallic gaze never once strayed from the vivid and pristine coat that her genetics had allotted her daughter as she crept behind the child?s rump at the mercy of her lead, her poise enunciating her prestigious status within the boundaries of her realm despite the fact that she was accompanied only by a mere child who could not witness her stance while she was positioned ahead. But the ice queen had strategically placed the tyke at the front of the charge so that she may observe the mannerisms by which her daughter carried herself, wanting to tweak her submissive posture into elegant poise befitting for the omnipotent queen that Morphine pretentiously presumed she would become once she reached the proper age and her training was completed. Thus far into their journeying, the ice queen was impressed with the pride that evidently fluctuated within her daughter, an amused smirk warping her visage in the most devious of manners as she fervently observed the child, searching for the one fault in her stance that would shatter her overall grace, prepared to pounce upon it. As the motion of Artemis? ears careening backwards to press against her crown was carried out for an unknown purpose, the witch bounded over the petite figure of the child, landing just in front of her so that her own body intercepted the current path of her daughter, the smirk now completely vanished from her countenance and replaced by a grimace. ?No,? she snapped bitterly, allowing her skull to shake side to side as if to confirm the word spoken. ?Like this,? she informed, extending a forelimb towards her daughter?s crown to have her digits force the tyke?s ears forward once more. A prolonged sigh cascaded from her unhinged jaws as her elevated forepaw descended back to its original perch, her pupils gleaming with a hint of disappointment as she searched the girl?s amethyst and mercury gaze. ?If you are to become a queen one day, you must carry yourself like one ? not like a timid fool. Understand?? Her tone was harsh for a child?s sensitive ears, but by now, her daughter would have had to have grown accustomed to it.

"speech"

Broader-set paws flicked backwards as the child thrusted her heels into the soft earth, exposing her bare palms to the heat of the summer night to aide the babe in her motion of scrambling in reverse as her mother's body became aerial above her, skull instinctively descending from its elevated position to protect her spine from the expected blow of her mother's weight, mandible tucking tightly against the curvature of her neck. However, her mother's mass had not been plunged atop her developing body, instead plummeting back to the ground a few inches ahead of where she had rooted herself out of fear, the dulled nails from the hinds of the ice queen just barely skimming her crown and leaving nothing but ruffled fur in its wake. Tentatively, the lids that had draped themselves over her mismatched eyes fluttered open to reveal the striking and emotionless amethyst and mercury gaze that drifted towards the obstacle in her path, pupils searching the witch's contorted facial features for any trace of the reasoning as to why her trail had been intercepted so abruptly. The disappointment that wracked her mother's visage nearly sent the babe into panic, but she refrained from displaying it, choosing instead to shelter the emotion behind her vague facade that hardly faltered even as her mother's disgusted tones embraced the silent atmosphere. Her skull lifted to its previous position as her mother extended her forepaw towards her minuscule form, bracing herself for the suspected whack but instead finding relief as her ears were forced forward. Gaze remained fixated upon her mother as she spoke, remorse flooding her interior at the recognition of disappointment laced within Morphine's words as well astonishment towards the fact that her mother expected for her daughter to uphold a crown in the future. She was wary of her current capabilities as well as reluctant to put them to the test in the near future, but if her mother were to bestow such a destiny upon her, the child would do everything within her power to obtain it just to receive that sliver of approval she so desired from the seemingly apathetic woman who had birthed her. But she could not help but to display her doubts, giving an unenthusiastic nod in response to her mother, averting her gaze from the hardened depths of her mother's as she awaited further demands.

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A singular brow quirked upon her forehead as the ice queen observed her daughter?s timid flinch, allowing her skull to shake side to side to display her disdain towards the child?s actions. Of course, such behavior was expected due to the child?s inexperience, but the serpentine wench had never developed a patient bone in her body and was growing frustrated with her daughter?s lack of immaculate poise and apathetic mannerisms. As far as the sovereign was concerned, neither of her children had quite yet blossomed into a potential superior figure, but with her consistent and excessive training, hopefully she could morph them according to her selfish desires; so long as they complied with her teachings.


A frown caressed her pallid countenance as her pupils witnessed the hesitant nod extracted from her daughter in response to her words, a prolonged moment of silence embracing the duo as she contemplated how to encourage the child. Metallic gaze never once strayed from the mismatched of the babe?s that had been averted from her own, searching the child?s facial features for future and hopefully more enthusiastic signs or vocals, receiving none. Deciding upon the correct method to receive exactly what she desired from the child, she tore her gaze away from the girl?s, a feigned sob vacating her slackened jaws as she pivoted away from the babe. ?Don?t tell me you don?t want to become a queen,? the manipulative wench practically shrieked, her speech sounding more inquisitive than a statement should. To better convince the child that her lack of enthusiasm was distressful, she allowed her skull to hang limp with defeat, the entirety of her regal posture deteriorating into something sad and foreign to the child with the hopes of insinuating a surge of remorse within the child for ever displeasing the woman that had birthed her.


"speech"