Eye Of Newt, And Toe Of Frog
02-09-2019, 11:45 PM
Feminine. Perfume. Pregnancy. It hit her like a thunder before the other she-wolf could even collide her path with her own, before the bitch could even come to a halt and open her distusting mouth. She was the Oracle. The ghouls were her friends, the spirits were her family. Kill.Kill.Kill.Kill.KILL Shut up! the woman roared, a murderous and thunderous snarl escaped the back of her throat, the pit, the abyss of her vocal chords, sounding more like a lion than wolf. How lovely. You already wear the sstench of death. the spider-witch vocalized joyfully, a voice wrapped in honey and dipped in sugar; a smile grew upon her beautiful features as she creeped closer. Closer.Closer. Clossser. She came to a halt two to three tails before the other woman, inspecting her, observing her, registering her in her putrid mind. You speak about my tongue as if you know it. Pregnancy. Life. She took a deep breath of the bitch stench, rolling over her in waves, visibly and audibly moaning at it. Do you fancy your spawns, darling? You are closse. she spatted You are almosst at the term. she gasped, all the while circling her in rapid movements, her rapid way of speech becoming more of a blurr. Do you think you can take me like that? Do you? her brow rose in questioned as she began to circle her faster, almost seeming like she was floating upon the humid mist. DO YOU?! she growled thunderously, furiously, she did not care one bit that she was pregnant, she did not care one bit there was life growing within the bitch wombs. She was walking on thin ice and yet her pregnancy scent was...delicious
Heed, and listen closely. |