Black Morass White leaves of an oleander

Envy gave a nod.

Excitement a tingle on the back of her neck.

Vole was hardly comparable to the real thing, though, perhaps Envy was already getting ahead of herself. Stifled bloodthirst peering through the cracks in her facade. Little bigger and they might've made a gladiator of her.

She'd always liked to use other canines as her guinea pigs. Fox kit. Nuisance coyote. Dreams of dissection to soothe her through the hard nights. Though... perhaps it was this fixation that gave her so many mixed answers. A measuring of doses was required, a range of subjects to achieve it.

She'd never worked a canvas this small, but she'd made an art of her precision. She welcomed the challenge and bathed in that look she was giving her; void of fear, void of hesitance.

That look she wanted to be swallowed by.

She would watch, and she would listen.