Intentions of Hope
02-14-2019, 08:14 PM
Winter was Circe's season and she was struggling with it. If she'd been on better terms with Malleus she'd have wandered through his pack and perused his mortal males, but she wasn't in the mood for tangling with him. This time of year she struggled to rein in her more ah...undesirable tendencies. While they were buried deep, the ill disposition and temper her family was known for tended to surface in winter and she loathed the idea of them making an appearance. Currently Circe was resting beside the pool with her forepaws dangling in the water. While she should have been running around hunting for herbs before the trek up north, she lacked the motivation to do so. Her present condition proved to be too much of a distraction and she could think of little else. Movement off to the side drew Circe's attention from the water. She lifted her gaze and caught sight of one of her bandmates. Because the woman's back was to her Circe had the chance to study her unabashedly. The little mortal was quite the sight. It really was a shame that only the opposite sex would be able to give her what she needed this season. If women possessed the same reproductive ability Circe would have quite happily pursued Archon's girl. While Adaline couldn't give her quite what she wanted, Circe wasn't about to let her get away without at least a conversation. Softly, she called out, "It's Adaline, isn't it?" |
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