"Speak"

The insane being was damaged. Her belly was bruised to the point of no return. Her left forepaw was crushed, bones damaged to no end. Her tail was unmoving, limp and broken. The bitch was damaged. The fight had ruined her, but her pride was still in tact. The daemon laid within her den, the wool kept her warm within the winter. Her eyes were shut beneath the crimson stained helm she wore. She gentle fluttered back into the real world. Her eyes opened and she slowly got up. She balanced her weight between those three legs. Her paws flat upon the ground. In pain she shook off the snow from her thick fur. The daemon then then tilted her head up. Insane vocals filled the air, a call for Karmen and Kusugra. She rolled her shoulders and then sat down. Yellow orbs stared idly, she was in pain but she had to continue running her pack.

Karmen was happily tucked away in the blankets of slumber, happily willing to take an early rest period in order to prepare her body and mind for warfare. Alas, the sun was setting and bleeding a flesh-coloured light onto the snow. She twitched her peachy nose, dreaming of jewels and pearly beauties that only a woman could crave so. She had been avoiding her Empress for some time - Karmen was very talented in the art of grudge holding. She was disappointed that the former leader Ozz had escaped with her life. The meager scaring that was inflicted on her face did not assuage the golden nymph - traitors should not be ostracized, but slaughtered on site, with no hesitation, and no time to powder your nose. But her sleepy murmurs and musings were full of delightful revenge, necklaces strung together with pearls, and a man who would spoil her until she got sick of him. When she heard the call to summon her, she rose her delicate face from her front paws, immediately pinning her ears to the back of her skull. Interrupting her beauty sleep was out of the question - practically a crime against God. She rose to her paws, ridding of the excess snow in her fur with a few swift shimmies. Her eyes were still rimmed with the unobtainable desires of her dreams and sauntered to the lady who awoke her - Canttina. When she found the Empress, alone and practically dead, no sign of emotion flickered across her face. She did not furrow her brow, or question the injuries Canttina had sustained, she just felt a familiar rage wrap it's fingers around her heart in a gripping vice. ?My love,? she would call in cold fondness, ?You have not seen a healer yet. Nor informed me that I should be in looking more into our affairs, since you are inadequate for the job.? She lifted her chin in the air, and she would not admit that she was concerned for the skull-wearing heathen, instead scold her, rip into her with words. Karmen did not stoop down to her side, but seated herself a few fathoms away from the wolf, curling her lengthy caudal appendage along her voluptuous hips, her lashes narrowing over her willow-green eyes as she scrutinized her Queen. Finally, she tore her gaze and craned her neck, beginning to groom the honey-gold locks of hair on her shoulder, tending to her beauty while a single ear was cocked in Canttina's direction.

"Speak"

The woman laid in horrible pain. Her body quivered with each breath. Yet, she remained to do her job. Canttina waited for her blonde beauty. Her face lacked all emotion, her ears merely flicked here and there. The daemon sighed and let her eyes shut slowly, she waited. Karmen snuck up on the Empress. Her movements went unoticed until words were heard. The sudden noise made Canttina jump, which lurched horrible pain into her body. The insane being sucked in a few shaky breaths before her sunny orbs landed back on the beautiful dime before her. Lovely vocals were let forth, warnings and annoyance. The mahogany brute snorted. "A real Empress will do her duty until she breathes that last breath. This is not about me, I have a lovely little job for you, my beauty. I have a weapon, a feline. He is much more dangerous then us all put together, and he wishes to help us in return of two things. He wants you for a single night, then I shall let him use Ava when he wishes." Her words were shaky but her head tilted, "What does my vixen say?"

She would refuse to rest, refuse to give up her thrown until her last breath. What little faith Canttina had in Karmen was seemingly frail, like a stale loaf of bread. Karmen would not tolerate loaves of bread. She was the Countess of Amenti, a female placed second in charge, a wolf who should be the Empress' right-hand. But alas, Canttina was stubborn. ?You are unconditionally pig-headed, my Queen.? A small smile curled the corners of her lips as she redirected her attention back towards Canttina: a part of her fervently admired her ambition, the other, more dominant part thought she was stupid. But as business became the topic of interest, Karmen's attention was peaked, the apex of desire glittering in her eyes. To her knowledge, Canttina had found a weapon that she lusted for: he was probably a wild cat, sleek and elegant, with a lengthy body and luxurious coat that could possibly rival hers. Karmen wasn't known for envy, why should she? When she was very obviously the most beautiful wolf to ever breathe? But felines - they were something that tickled her jealousy muscle. She shared similar qualities with the opposite race: cat-like eyes, a natural talent for stalking her prey (usually handsome men), and a divine need to groom herself. As Canttina began to explain the terms of his alliance, Karmen lifted her brow. The Empress was whoring her for the night; she was a gift for his services. Karmen was used to using her beauty as a tool for business, but she never allowed a man to muddy her perfection, especially not a feline. Arrogant amusement touched her face and coiled in her confines, a small chuckle bubbling in the hollow of her throat. ?Of course,?she purred, ?I will gladly tend to this business.? But she did not leave much room for chitchat, for she rose to her feet, and began to depart from this brief intervention. ?Tell me where this King of the Beasts resides and I will see to it that he remain loyal to our Empire.?