Kerosene and a Fistful of Matches
11-24-2017, 11:08 PM
Ana could feel the same buzzing excitement as the rest of her family. While she'd had the wanderlust before, she now was completely devoted to sticking to her clan like glue. It would take a force of nature to separate her from all of this as there was no way in hell she was missing out on dominating the mortal packs. She'd taken a liking to the alpha that ruled the southern pack in Auster so she was glad that they were coming after one of the northern packs first. It would give her time to think about twisting the cinnamon colored male and bending him to the whims and desires of the Abraxas. If she couldn't, or if any of her family couldn't, then she was also more than happy to help destroy him and the rest of his pack. She trailed behind as she ran scenarios in her head. She hadn't come across this pack they were heading to before, but it was thrilling all the same. That feel of adrenaline pumping in her veins was like a drug to her. It had begun. By the time they arrived she'd already resolved to lurking in the shadows with one of Amon's many children. She split off in a different direction to cover more ground, but made sure to stay within earshot of the group. She wasn't as tall as the other giants she traveled with so she decided that they would make a more imposing appearance. After all she appeared dainty and non-threatening so maybe she'd take them by surprise if some of this man's pack mates decided to show up. Amon's words left a shiver running up her spine as she listened as he laid down the law. There was no room for negotiations, no room for argument, just submit or die and she loved every word that fell past his dark colored lips. Their family would take over and the mortals would be put in their place whether that was below them or as corpses. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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