of sinners and saints

The she-wolf let her head flop down on the ground. She did not move, she appeared dead except the rise and fall of her torso. The woman stared at the Cat before her. Her horrid complement seemed to amuse the feline. Canttina giggled, a broken laugh. There was obviously something very wrong with the Wolf. Her eyes were commonly empty or full with lust. She was a demon, there was no doubt. Her tail slowly sway behind her, making the snow shift. The demones yawned softly, her eyes still on the kitty cat. As feline spoke, Canttina's eyes lit up. The vixen's head rose and she smirked. The woman nearly purred in delight. "Mmmm, I would love to stay with such a delightful being." Her eyes filled with a flash of lust. She licked her scarred onyx lips with a soft purr. "Where is your home?" The insane woman was nearly bursting with lust. It was obvious she was unstable emotionally. She rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck again. It was certain the girl was restless. Each movement was quick and antsy.

ooc: so sorry for icky posty


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