Black Morass xo tatted all over

Envy took a few steps back, a serpentine sort of grace in the way she moved, intentionally detached from her usual sharpness. Envy. She would answer with a flick of one tall, shredded ear, flat in voice.

Reverend mother. What a fancy title, she musta been one important lady. Envy felt almost giddy. And she liked her already. How softly she stroked her ego, made her feel all warm and fuzzy... and intrigued. Envy was an opportunistic creature, and she liked to be entertained.

I will. I always have. She said with a firm tenderness. It was what she loved most. The question was easily answered. Already her mind spun with ambition unblocked by hesitation. She stood abruptly, circling the reverend mother with excitement lighting a fire under her feet. When she stood in front of her again, the waif rolled onto her back, exposing porcelain white belly fur. ..If you'd have me.. She mused.

The shadows were not unfamiliar to her. These ones were just darker.

Oh right! Envy shot up to her feet, paused where she was. I have friends that I'm travelling with. I should tell them.. You could meet them?