Her pace slowed until it became a lazy walk, closing the distance between them and only when tw two women were seven tails apart from one another did the Egyptian Goddess halt. The other woman next actions didn't surprised her, instead they brought life to her hellish lips. Hmm, make the bitch submit, she cooed darkly from where she was. Glowering smirk burned into her features, reaching her very core. She always like a little entertainment. Oh, don't mind me, mortal. I never pass up a good show. she coed, hissed darkly and low in her throat, melodious and heavy words escaped her ebon lips. Violet gaze encrusted with gold folowed the figure, measuring her size, taking in her muscles yet one could not help but to linger more upon the ugly, deep, ghoulish scars the woman had on her. You have quite a few marks. she questioned, pointing her crown at the whole lot of scars scattered across the soft tissues. A curious case, was she not. The witch sat on her haunches with a sway of her feminine, curvaceous hips; registering the woman, inhaling her perfume and deciding what shall she do with her new discovered toy.
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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!
