breaker of chains,

her heat was a miraculous thing, shaping and changing soleste's whims by the arrival of it; as if her persona wasn't already boosted by her charm and erotic deposition. a stimulating creature, she found her self wanting more than the rouge life. at least for now. the winter was a hard contrast to the sultry inside her being-, harsh on her in many ways. so much that her body moved towards the scent of a pack, a foreign smell to her nose but it was unmistakably feminine. a delicate perfume not like the reaching stench of a male's musk she previously expected. & it pleased her, enticing her so that she followed through. damn near seducing her forward as it fed her kinks and called her name.

after some moments of trotting, her cream & smoky body came to discover the borders of this said pack. she halted just behind the markers- like an invisible wall that held her still. she sniffed, confirming her ideas before rising to howl for the alphess here. oh how she wondered how this would go & who she would meet. not one of the good eggs, she hoped it didn't bleed out too much.. but then again, she didn't really care.


"speaking" thinking

Being an alpha was a new thing, but being a go-getter was not. Scylla was an industrious woman, always striving to better herself. Or, more correctly, be better than others. It wasn't terribly difficult either. From her experience, most wolves were very one-note. They were basic. She was rather complex. There were layers in there. Layers and hidden passages filled with information that no wolf would ever see. That was how a strong fae needed to be.

A call came from the border, a feminine lilt in the tone. Abandoning her current task, Scylla brushed off her paws and made her way towards the howl. In time, the foliage parted and a cream colored fae stood there. Her mask dark. Her eyes pale. She was pretty enough and of course someone with Scylla's sexual proclivities was going to 'check her out' so to speak.

Clear, mellifluous tones crossed the distance between the two ladies. Despite her diminutive stature, Scylla had the personality and aura of a giant. "Scylla Klein," she purred. "Sovereign of Obscura." One dexterous paw lifted, gesturing dismissively at the land behind her. "What can I help you with?"

"Scylla Klein"