JUST ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT
Her frame had slimmed down, although the smell of motherhood still clung to her like a vice. Medusa wreaked of milk and little bodies, and she hated it. Domesticity was not something she enjoyed, and she knew now that she would never again repeat the mistake of having children. It had left her bored and feeling disgusting, and now she had to work to get back to her previous state. She was close to her previous, seductive frame, although she had yet to be satisfied. She ran often, regaining lost muscle tone and fitting into her previous athleticism.
She had to get in shape, after all, with the threat of Newt still on the horizon. The harlot needed to protect her sun, and she had no doubt that one day Newt would come for her head. In that case, the serpent would be ready to intercept. What was the moon, after all, without its sun? She shook these thoughts from her head for now. The midnight mistress would have time to figure out her tactics of war, and for now she would concentrate. Soon, she would be toned and sleek, and soon she would be ready for whatever the world would throw at her.
The harlot took pause beneath a tree, catching her breath and checking over her pristine coat. The sun was beginning to set, and yet she did not mind. Medusa had been in the arms of demons before, and she knew those that went bump in the night intimately. She feared nothing, except losing the sun forever, for without the sun, how could a snake possibly exist?
bored, oh so bored the king was becoming. These mutts were starting to lose their luster and his attention. As of late he had been up to his own thing, mostly watching the drama that was unfolding between the clans of wolves. He did not understand why they felt the need to live in such large populations, because with numbers came problems. If one snake were to spit its poison in the wrong direction, the entire clan could fall due to one petty mistake. Traveling alone seemed to be the best option for the ebony king, because all he had to worry about was himself. though, he did become rather lonely at times. since meeting the silvery feline temptress no others had truly caught his attention.
a heavy sigh filled the chilled air with moisture as the man openly expressed his boredom. He was just about to leave his perch when something down below caught his eye. it was a mutt coming in his direction and soon enough it was stopped below the tree he was concealed in. a deep chuckle raddled the mans chest as he swiftly jumped down, paws kissing the earth in a silent yet deadly fashion. he landed feet from the girl, he would already smell her perfume enveloping him. then, that was when he realized who this woman was. ""Ahh, si no es el ?bano serpiente. ?Qu? le trae por aqu? hmm? Trabajando en su cuerpo lo que puedo ver." (Ahh, if it isn't the ebony serpent. What brings you here hmm? Working on your body I see.) His words would slide off his tongue gently yet almost masked by his thunderous chuckling. he was oddly amused by her presence.
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