Shut your dirty, dirty mouth
06-14-2017, 01:53 PM
The behemoth of a woman moved slowly through the land. Her pace was leisurely and filled with her confidence. Her icey blue gaze was cold and held that better than anyone else look. She was as far as she was concerned. Her painted pelt was only rivaled in beauty by that of her cousins from what her father had always said. She was a goddess and one of the most ferocious and beautiful. She stopped as she came to a pile of rabbit bones and curled her lip in disgust at such a thing. But it was more so directed to the fat lazy woman on them. She smelled of Amon. Amon she felt would be disgusted that his breeding partner was out so far from him and his children were inside her from the smell of her. "I'm hoping my cousin has given you permission to be so far from him, or you have an excuse while you bear his children, that way I don't have to drag you back to him and force you to stay where he can keep an eye on you." Not that she would mind the fight. Though harming her while she bore the children of a god could incite the wrath of the one that fathered the litter.
God's knew the fallen one would strike her down for doing so as well. She stood with a look on her face that said she expected an answer immediately. Her tail swayed impatiently as she waited. She supposed a name should be given but of course she didn't care for respecting one that did not stay where her brood would be safe and well looked after. "If you had been so hungry you should of called upon an Abraxas to hunt for you, those young are too precious for you to risk in such ways." every word she had said was matter of fact In every way. They were words she had heard from Kronoah to the last woman Giaos had bedded, words she hung on and believed in fully. Every child of an Abraxas was too precious to risk in any way, be it big or small. "You carry the legacy of a god, you should think of them above all else." did she know amon's chosen woman was a gods vessel? No. Though had she she wasn't sure she would have treated her any different.
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