SCREAMING OUT LOUD

holy tits on a stick, thank you muse ♥



Being late a second time was not an option; her pride pleaded for her to redeem herself and prove her competence to the rising pack. Luckily for the ardent wench, she had established a little bunker in the northern region where she would soon permanently reside once her whelps were of the age to navigate on their own, but for the time being, it was a hideaway to pass the time in when she was granted a leeway from the grievous work of caring for demanding children ? thank God her ideal sire had little issues with keeping an eye on their demon spawn and actually wanted to spend time with them before their gentle demeanors shifted into something far more sinister. The time he?d spend with them was dwindling quickly, however, and soon enough it would be time to force them through their vigorous and unorthodox training ? their mother had not yet abandoned the idea of crafting the perfect combatants to establish a battalion of pure Elysius blood to take the island by force. Her ambitions were big, but in her own mind, they were anything but farfetched.


She slunk to the right of the dark temptress once she had breached the epicenter of the second meeting, a soft purr resonating from her inky lips as she addressed the snake: ?My queen.? She backpedaled a step, weight falling to her rump as she plopped it firmly to the earth, coiling her plush, tendril-like tail about her haunches as she settled into herself, confidence emanating from her very being. Her ears, however, flicked back against her crown, an obvious indicator to her inferior status in comparison to the queen. ?Quite an interesting bunch you have gathered; surely this will be entertaining,? she commented airily, vocals soft and meant only for the serpent?s ears as she awaited the flood of Amenti wolves opt to duke it out for higher titles. She wondered if she was exempt from battling against the others, meant only to observe the competition with judgmental eyes.


"speech"