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Aspasia


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07-31-2013, 07:30 PM
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An alpha eh? She would've never pegged her former associate as an alpha type, then again she was a whore like herself, so anything was to be expected of such a slippery woman. She could still recall the days when the tri-colored woman and the midnight seductress Medusa would taken on clients together, often times tag-teaming. Oh what fun they had had. Aspasia had developed a rather close bond with the young woman and she had been rather disappointed when Medusa had been decided to leave the harem, but the older woman had understood the younger one's reasons. She couldn't spend her entire life with the harem, as much fun as it was. She had to expand her horizons, carry her wonderful past time to the rest of the world. It wasn't fair that they keep their beautiful craft to themselves and not share with the world. It would be a tragedy.


It had been about a year or so since she had seen the wonderful Medusa and the tri-colored vixen was beginning to miss her old associate. So after very little deliberation the woman had set out to find Medusa, intent on rekindling their friendship and perhaps finding some new clients that they could share. Silky ivory and obsidian paws carried the seductress through the new territory, glittering emeralds flickering over the towering red woods that had began to surround her upon entering the heart of the new terrain. So this was where Medusa was living now? She was always a woman with good taste and this certainly proved it. Aspasia slinked through the night, a seemingly invisible ghost as she moved to the scented borders marked by Medusa. She would've just crossed through, but the smell of other wolves was pungent in the air. So she really did have a pack. How interesting. The scents all belonged to females, but she knew none of them. Though females were quite easy to sway at times, they were a lot more temperamental than men and she didn't feel like squabbling with pups that night. Pace was halted at the border, ivory haunches folding beneath her as she seated herself, obsidian muzzle tilting up to the darkened heavens, a seductive croon filling the air around her as she summoned the midnight mistress to her.






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