how come I never got used to the feeling of sleeping in a cage?
too long driving, too damn hungry; a tied-up hound but nothing stays
They are nearly at each other’s throats, seething with venomous words and hatred. Emotions are ablaze as truth breaches the calm surface, popping and firing like firecrackers. It would be so easy, so pleasing, to mar the Queen and destroy her in every way possible and to let the anger fuel and guide her sharpened talons.
But, they stop.
They both stop.
An eerie calm suddenly suppresses them, shackling their ankles amid the chaotic whirlwind. They laugh, but not joyously. There is malice dripping from their voices and darkening their unyielding eyes. ”There’s space and air for only one worthless fool in Sylva, and that is already your role,” Valdis spits, holding her ground in their banter. It isn’t in her nature to back away, to submit. Even as Mary berates her and denies her of success in Sylva, Valdis doesn’t stand down. The fire in her veins only burns hotter, even as her face maintains an eerie stoicism – except for the dark gleam in her eyes – to face Mary.
”That’s a cute lie you tell yourself,” her voice hisses much like the serpents she listens to in the dark forest. Their voices, once a terror, are now a lullaby to her sleep. A step, then another, brings her closer to Mary, nearly threatening her as Valdis’ talons dig into the soft soil. ”The funny thing is, Sinner and I are nothing. Go ahead and make up a competition that doesn’t exist if that will help you sleep at night.” A half laugh slips from her. Her tone is convincing, her face never betraying her.
Sinner has unlocked many things in Valdis, but she has assumed him incapable of anything more. Beyond the embraces, she expects nothing from him nor a resolution to the bond they’ve forged. What are they, she has often questioned, but no answer ever readily presents itself. They are nothing except a means of survival, right? Despite succumbing to him, she has mentally kept him at arm’s length. It seems now that it was in her best interest.
Idly flicking her tail, Valdis tips her muzzle forward toward the trees surrounding them, in front of Mary. ”Go, Queen Whore. Go find Sinner and cry to him that little Valdis has upset you. I’m sure he will be excited to see you.” A chuckle punctuates her farewell as she melts into the darkness to find and nurture Dracarys.
Valdis
@[Mary]
I figured they would end here since they've been brought to speed and updated
