warm yourself by my fire

The deamon was within her nightmares. Horrid things filled her mind. She had them every night. Images of terror and horror flew in and out of her devious mind. The woman was cursed. The day she woke up from the fall, her mind had never been the same. Paranoia and schizophrenia invaded her very being. She hadn't a clue of normal. She thought she was the normal. The woman was messed up, but there was hope. That one person had to help her. But, she hadn't found that one person. Love was something void within her. She had no clue what love felt like. Just, lust. Lust was within her eyes at all times. Sinning thoughts filled her brain constantly. The woman was the walking devil and it looked of it. Her body was scarred and marred. Bite marks and horrid marring covered her body. Marks of past fights littered her being. Though, she carried herself with a familiar elegance. Each step had a sway. Her large curves were flaunted and her tongue lightly carresed her muzzle. Yet, she lay within her nightmares. Unmoving and untouched.

Ears flicked and a icey nose wiggled. The voice of her master filled her mahogany auds. A visible shudder flowed through her sleepy body. A haze of sleep induced dots covered her sight as yellow orbs fluttered into sight. A luxurious yawn was let forth by the horrible demon. The feline's scent filled her nose like a wave of pleasure. She shuddered once more before she dramatically hopped to her paws. The woman turned to the entrance, she sensed that the Cat woman was close. The Wolf slithered to the exit, her claws clanked against the flat, hard surface. She let forth a yip of excitment as the Leopard came into view. She darted forward and gave her Kitty a nice lick on the nose. "canttina missed silverback!"

"speech"