Snake eyes every single time, You roll with crooked dice
The stress spread through the bronze succubus mind like ink on paper. As soon as phantom junior was out of their way, the femme took in a deep, ragged breath before placing her paws, one over the other in a regal fashion -- graceful until the very end. The air seemed to be so brittle it could snap, and if it didn't, she might. No-one spoke after that, what was there to say? Platitudes would not cut it right at this very moment. Some time ago they were all anyone was talking about both within the packlands and Boreas, anything to ease the terrible burdens they had brought to themselves by following the Tyrant Alpha and by her mate trying to bring him down unsuccessfully. But now she was here to negotiate her way out -- her and hers, her family. Hannibal seemed to have been released from his shackles as a captive when the challenge was made and the succubus has not heard from him since that day. Everything fell on her -- like always. Men. She scoofed for herself before she parted her ebon, succulent lips, What are our lives worth to you, Tyranis? What do you want? melodious tunes, low, with an agreeable trace of huskiness and with a hint of more power than the slender, feline body would suggest
Hear my voice
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!
