Makes Me Wanna

She was seemingly tireless, her black paws pressing against the earth with perfect grace, magnificent regalia, and divine drive. She was the epitome of confusion, the minx was a tiny woman more than capable of throwing down. More than capable of pulling her enemies down as far as she needed them to come. Though, her goal did not always need to be something so dreadfully archaic and she had no qualms with placing her guard down and appearing more normal than even she traditionally did, however, some things, some learned behavior, was not so easily let go.

Sinew coiled beneath her light coat, her elegant frame brought to the ground the canid would raise her skull to the skies and stretched her frame out. Yawn escaping her lips and a shudder of pleasure passing through her core the queen would shake out her limbs and again she would dance into the night. Travelling during the day had become a pointless mission ever since summer had set in and the svengali had no intention of panting her head off. It did not bother her, however, travelling by the light of of the moon. It was a time of elegance, something she enjoyed so much more. Every since Cynrik. Ever since they had been separated. Some things just never changed...





Speech!