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War drums rang through the air as hearty paws fell upon the dry earth. The sun beat down on the behemoth unfortunately. Causing the being to be in quite a mood. A horrid sneer stained across her inky lips, causing her muzzle to ripple ever so slightly. The symmetry in her expression was weak due to the gentle twitch of the opposing side. The beast squinted her way through the clearing. Questions weaving in and out of her illustrious mind. 'When I am a fucking God I will swallow it whole.' The woman referred to the sun itself, her ears flicking as the thought slipped from her mind. The crimson gaze swept across the dry land, she obviously found nothing of exact interest. Causing her facial expression to remain the same as she continued on. That multi-toned tail slightly erect as always, for her stance was usually dominant as can be.

Those narrowed eyes finally feasted upon a boulder that was covered in a creeping weed. She snorted softly before slithering her way towards the resting place. Eventually rearing up on her hind legs to leap upon the surface. The beast circled for a few moments before finally plopping down upon her thrown. Laying there with a dismal look upon her visage. Her head rested upon her two front paws. The sneer dissipating as she seemed to relax ever so slightly. The heavy bitch had been on her paws all day, she was glad to have a smidgen of relaxation. For, the behemoth was unfamiliar with the south, but out of sheer boredom she decided to explore the wretched depths of the warm lands.

During her time of relaxation her eyes eventually fell upon a flower. A wildflower. It was of orange coloration, likely some sort of weed. Yet, it caught the beings attention. Her knack for finding beautiful things struck once again. When her gaze met that flower it never left. Her attention was completely consumed by the flimsy thing. Watching as the stem barely held its place as the wind blowed around them. The petals dancing, threatening to expose weakness but they held on. Her furrowed brows wiggled gently, she was internally routing for it to survive the weather. Yet, she did not act, for the woman merely watched it all play out. A delicious picture of a beautiful thing barely hanging on by a thread but inevitably making it due to its sturdy roots. A small smile could be seen as it slipped across those jet black lips, exposing her yellowing teeth in return.