of sinners and saints

Oh how she loved Kitties. The woman loved the feline species. Just how powerful and wonderful they were. Canttina admired them more then the average Wolf would. She knew beauty when she saw it. She hated the woman who flaunted their selves to every creature with a stick between their legs. Why not wait find a true mate? She would sneer internally from the thought. Though, she was quite the flirt herself. She was a flirt in a different way, she was just in it for the fun. Not for the aftermath. The woman was old fashioned. Once she found a sadistic male to meet her needs then she would never look at another Wolf in that way again. She mates for life, unlike many.

Her gleaming yellow orbs stared into the silver ones of the feline. She admired the feline with a gentle smirk. A tongue slithered across a scarred muzzle. She heard the song of the Cat, a greeting that made Canttina giggle. She already loved the Leopard. A yawn was let forth by the spotted woman before more words were let forth. Canttina thought for a moment. "The early bird catches the worm!" Her voice was oddly cheery, but there was a certain darkness within her very being that no one could miss. She rolled her battle worn shoulders and yawned. Her yawn was ended by a snap of her jaws. She smirked some more and spoke in a more dark tone. "What bothers you to be up in such early hours? One does not just .. end up on a vertical wall in the witching hours." She lowered her voice in a loud yet hushed whisper. "The baddies are out!" She laughed maniacally and grinned, flashing her bloody teeth. Though, she did not express gestures that of a threat.




"Talk!"