TO EAT FLESH, TO DRINK WINE
09-30-2013, 11:09 AM
The red-headed female was speechless, as most were when coming across an unimaginable beauty like Karmen. She was immaculate, and it was horribly obvious to the mortal eye. The girl should have never asked about her looks, cause Karmen could write a novel about her genetics. The girl seated herself promptly, curling her luxurious tail along the curve of her posterior, elevating a single paw to examine the damage the might have come from traversing the land. "Plenty." She answered simply, flexing her liver toes in little interest. The stranger introduced herself, an heir of a pack she hadn't yet heard of. One of her large ears twitched in recognition of the words, and she couldn't decipher if there was a hint of pride in her title. Karmen daintily placed her foot back on the ground, turning her face towards the girl - Azalea, she called herself. Karmen could give her a reason to be miserable, but alas, the fatale rolled her shoulders, soaking in the heat from the mid-day sun, and allowed her lips to twist into a simper. "Karmen Roe." |