I'm too hot (hot damn)
11-15-2017, 01:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-12-2018, 09:49 AM by Tealah.)
OOC: I can reuse titles if I wanna!
Leto cursed the continued reluctance to move south, as the weather grew colder and colder and left her crankier and crankier. She'd found Iskra and Artemis both here in Boreas and since neither of them seemed inclined to migrate with her (Artemis had even joined a pack in the northern region of all the crazed, brain-fevered places she could have joined) she would either need to abandon them to their weird snow and cold fetish or give up her comfortable winter spent in the heat of Auster to keep an eye on them. The fact that Iskra was dragging around an irritating snot-nosed little brat everywhere certainly added a bit of extra enticement to the former option.
Yet here she was, pacing around the mouth of the mines she was temporarily holed up in instead of in Auster soaking up the heat. Though at least - speaking of heat - her heat had finally ended with the last of autumn coming to an end. No more needing to chase off overly friendly males because they liked the way she smelled, no more concerns about ending up saddled with a bunch of brats growing in her belly. Hey, she wasn't a prudish little virgin, she had needs too, she just wasn't willing to risk it by satisfying that itch when she was fertile, and she wasn't going to embarrass herself by flirting and throwing herself at everyone with a dick just so they'd make her feel pretty like Iskra did either, even if she had had the patience for that sort of thing. If she was going to screw someone it was going to be a straightforward affair and then be done with it, and now she could do just that again if she wanted.
Her jaws cracked open on a yawn, and she abruptly and irritably flopped down under a tree. She was wasting time here. She needed to make a decision instead of avoiding it by distracting herself with stupid shit.
Leto cursed the continued reluctance to move south, as the weather grew colder and colder and left her crankier and crankier. She'd found Iskra and Artemis both here in Boreas and since neither of them seemed inclined to migrate with her (Artemis had even joined a pack in the northern region of all the crazed, brain-fevered places she could have joined) she would either need to abandon them to their weird snow and cold fetish or give up her comfortable winter spent in the heat of Auster to keep an eye on them. The fact that Iskra was dragging around an irritating snot-nosed little brat everywhere certainly added a bit of extra enticement to the former option.
Yet here she was, pacing around the mouth of the mines she was temporarily holed up in instead of in Auster soaking up the heat. Though at least - speaking of heat - her heat had finally ended with the last of autumn coming to an end. No more needing to chase off overly friendly males because they liked the way she smelled, no more concerns about ending up saddled with a bunch of brats growing in her belly. Hey, she wasn't a prudish little virgin, she had needs too, she just wasn't willing to risk it by satisfying that itch when she was fertile, and she wasn't going to embarrass herself by flirting and throwing herself at everyone with a dick just so they'd make her feel pretty like Iskra did either, even if she had had the patience for that sort of thing. If she was going to screw someone it was going to be a straightforward affair and then be done with it, and now she could do just that again if she wanted.
Her jaws cracked open on a yawn, and she abruptly and irritably flopped down under a tree. She was wasting time here. She needed to make a decision instead of avoiding it by distracting herself with stupid shit.