The autumn babe gazed upon this male, registering his appearance into the back of her mind; ashen, muscular, many times taller than her own however if this came down to become an ugly mess she could use her smaller frame and flexibility to her advantage. Her muscles tensed under his very own eyes as her elongated, luxurious tail curled on her slender, lithe spine higher and higher. The bronze Goddess dominated over the others the very day she was born, her posture one of grace and royalty but life thought he it is a wolf eating wolf world out here and you have to eat in order to survive.
The next words that fell from the other mouth were nothing but curious, surprising even. Was he not aware of her tongue? What a load of crap this place was, not one single Latin speaking wolf but one would have assumed so, she was originally from far far away. I said what the irrumabo are you doing here? (fuck) she purred she honied sonnates dripped in acid, dark, edgy, malice clear in her voice as she straightened her posture, hackles raised to alter her defences.
Hear my voice
come with me where the moon is made of gold
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!
