What a lustful power was emanating from a virile core, from the looks of it the femme was older than the luciferian woman yet she possessed a passionate longing and a devilish aptitude -- crafting an immaculate, female beauty, so she closed the distance between them just a little bit more. Calculating her moves, crossing her front limbs at the ankles in a graceful gesture. So close to her heat carnal initiatives were wrapped against a moistened tongue, and dipped in their boubon spice. The woman was deliciously female and deliciously rogue, she all but feels her unrelenting fixation, amethyst gaze meets magenta and so it was on. Her heart were as tormented as hers fore why else would someone decide to take a random walk upon such horrible terrain. "Something to work towards, hm." hot breath and hot lips. Maddening coldness was present in her melodious voice, so oozes betwixt their sculpted physiques. Their nearness were suffocating, inviting and it could be shown from her dilated pupils, if not the way her elongated, bushy tail gave the smallest of twitches at her words. "They will be soon enough, jewel. It is my birth right to rule over the desert, any that I can find." taunting vocals that rasp in a silken cajole; hushed as they fall in a perfected intimacy, softly raking themselves against her heated flesh. But the woman was not going to just sit here and let the other woman dictate their pace; saucy minx, she bagan a tango of her own, swaying her hips as she circled the woman, taking in ever muscle she had to offer. Underneath her. Above her. Around her. Her visage was cold, emotionless; painted in a vile yet tantalizing womanly defiance fore she was evil incarnate and shameless in her acts. "What brings such beauty so far out West?"
Warning: this is a mature themed character. She has a 20" caracal by the name of Alphonse. It shall be presumed that he is with her all the time unless stated otherwise.Ithuriels, Hannibal and her pups are allowed to crash her threads regardless of the tag!
