darkling, i listen

The witch's grievous gaze feasted upon the moon. Observing each visible crater upon the milky surface. Those crimson orbs wide, for everyone to view. Her form was at ease, sitting upon a bent tree trunk. The giant tree sprouted from the earth and climbed upward at and ark before dipping down again due to the massive weight of its various limbs. Perhaps lightening struck it once, causing its natural will to bend into such a form. Yet, she found it to be a lovely throne for the evening. The trunk was thick enough for the lady to sit easily upon her fat ass. Her fluff encumbered tail wrapped around her right side, the tip resting at her forepaws. Her pads kneaded the bark below, enjoying the rough feeling upon her callused skin. Her head was pointed high, to watch as the moon smiled down upon her. The Gods and Godesses whispering sweet nothings into her ear in those moments. A sickening smile twisting upon her ebony lips as her neck craned slightly to listen. Images of her everlasting fortune slipping into her mind. A bloodied throne made of ice. Her king sitting at her paws as she reigned with such prestige. Servants bowing down, salivating at the very sight of the demoness.

Quickly the bitch snapped out of it, her head whipping to the left as the sound of a twig snapping met her perked ears. Schon rolled her shoulders, a little pop being heard through the now silent forest. Her age peaking through in those moments, but the woman thought nothing of it. For, a creature decided to impose upon her thoughts. The Queen stood from her resting place, the thick of her fur dancing as a breeze happened upon them. She was within the outskirts of the forest and the bare trees gave little protection from the elements. But, many little feins roamed these woods. The beast easily leaped from the tree trunk, allowing her paws to meet the ground with a foreboding thud. The serpent began to slither her way through the forsaken trees, her bleeding gaze slowly weaving its way through the roots and low hanging branches to perhaps spot the infiltrator.

The search was lazy, driven by nothing but a snap. For she was merely begging for some sort of action. Within her time back she had met few that brought much interest to her, she was even beginning to abandon hope when it came to these cursed lands. As her paws carried her along, little crunches could be heard as she took each step. There was no subtly when it came to a gluttonous heathen bounding through the thick of old snow. Yet, she cared not to hide her existence. The babe was well fed from her previous meal and was practically inviting an altercation. Her tail was held high, a dominating flag. Those ears perked and her gaze slim as she moved to press the left side of her body against a tree. Rubbing herself against the trunk, allowing for the bark to tickle her winter kissed skin like an itching whisper. She let her eyes shut for a few moments. Allowing for her entirety to be taken up by the gentle pleasure. Suddenly, the girl would allow herself to fall to the ground. Her eyes opening to spot the moon once again as she laid now at the base of the tree. Her back was to the trunk and belly outward. The bitch let out a dramatic sigh, returning her to prior state of observing the moon in lonesome.