killer within

The bronze Goddess regal crown turned to gaze upon the ebon beast once again. Black and ash tickled the fibers of this coat. An appearance that was handsome and surely not to be forgotten by the babe. Braided, elongated tail lashed behind her, the flag had a mind of it's own if she could say so herself, as she curled it neatly upon her spine, the seemingly glowing feather adorning it gracefully. The babe hoped that the male did speak English, or maybe even some Latin fore it seems in these particular lands were wolves from all kind of places she had never heard of before. A language barrier sure would be unfortunate, especially if no bridge was built. Fiery orange gaze with mixtures of violet searched the molten orbs of her company. He seemed to have a story if she could judge that by the simply scarring of his facade, and she was intrigued. The stairs where soon forgotten, the immediacy of this conversation had her full attention. Though that wasn't likely to last long if nothing was said. The babe let her limbs flex. Swelled abdominal region was exposed just as Alphones turned his attention towards the stranger in order to place a mighty paw upon the first step on the staircase, looking him dead in the eye while raising his own tail just a slight bit higher than it was before. The caracal was anxious to have his majesty in the company of other men than the Ivory King he was used to, no matter how suspicious he seemed to him. He was her protector. A deep barritone collided with the babe regal audits, rotating towards the sound; English, how perfect. Come and see for yourself. You would not hurt a pregnant woman, would you? she purred mockingly, a sly smirk painting her succulent, ebon lips. This was getting better and better and she wanted him to come closer, she will use him. What face would her brute make when she will come back to their den smelling potently of another man? Will he be curious or desinterested? Only one way to find out. She could promise nothing though, as her interest wavered second to second, if it posed to much a difficulty she might put it on the back burner, just to let to burn completely and turn to ash.




When you walk that walk.
And you talk that talk.