These Boots Are Made For Walking

The wicked spindles web into a nest of the serpent. Protective she was over her home in fear of it being tainted or destroyed and she will bite back with a painful sting and venomous intentions anyone that dares to defile it or lay a finger on her family. Though, if the words that fell from the mans mouth were true, she needn't worry of this male for he was soon to become her family through alliance. After all, she was carrying his brother spawns within her womb. Mischievous and sly like a cunning, witty little fox, the woman close the distance between them only for the man to be able to further scent her. A little game of cat and mouse, wondering when the male will realize what the dulcet undertone of her scent actually was. She found delight in mind games as she intertwines her personality between a delicacy of etiquette and mannerism to a devilish, impish prime that seems almost unbelievable upon first sight. But she was indeed a serpent, and even a venemous serpent will still act like its got venom in its fangs. It is a quiet and uneventful...place. Manipulation swirls and pours from soft lips, in whispering words of sweet serenity. Truth or dare linger in a game of satisfaction as she ails for triumph and perhaps they did share the same iffy thoughts of this place. It was not a Kingdom nor a pack fore she rarely met any of the inhabitants besides Hannibal, Leera and Tyranis. His scent lingers on my coat for my womb is inhabitated by his spawns. her sultry purrs came softly, melodious sonnates that explained their situation. Hannibal was claimed her, the two bestial heathens from Hell had produced heirs for both families and therefore united the two names, the two mafioso families.