Ouroboros Spine the bed's getting cold and you're not here

[size=medium]"in the land of gods and monsters,
I was an angel"[/size]

[size=small]The last remainings of the bitch's revolting scent had been completely cleared out from the Spine's territory, however, during one of her most recent outings the Queen had noted that it still lingered in the area. Luckily -- for Mara's sake -- the presence of her scent was not accompanied with any type of sightings. Since their last fight had broken out and Kaname had tore her fugly face apart the bitch had respected her exile.
Still, like her mate, Cara had the feeling, and the desire ,that she would soon show herself.

The feelings that flooded the Moretti's mind as she thought of her former subordinate were far from fear. Instead she held repugnance, a deep disgust that made the contents of her stomach rise to the mouth of her esophagus. Despite the annoying similarity in their names, the two females were nothing alike. While Mara's own demeanour contradicted what she called to be her 'ideologies', Cara was clear and concise with what she wanted.
And what she wanted was for Mara's head to roll.
She had told her so then, and would tell her again when their awaited confrontation took place.

"I'll mop the floor with her face before she can try to put a paw in the Spine" she barked through gritted teeth, her mind silently taking note of where her mate had last found traces of her. Though she would not sent one of her wolves to chase out the phantom she had become she would be sure to raise the Northen border's surveillance.
Though, until now, the female had proven to be full of nothing but shit and hollow threats, Cara would not give her the benefit of the doubt this time.
Their silently declared war would not over until either of their hearts ceased their beating.

"We'll keep them in the loop and train them for battle"given the bitch ever shows herself, she added in her mind, parting her lips into a reasurring smile before reaching out her muzzle to brush his shoulder with her cold nose. "You'll instruct them under the ways of an assassin" she barked, with a suggestive quirk of her brow. The man's specialty, as cruel as it could be, was also perfectly fitting for the pack's current needs.
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