burn through the witches

*Karmen* · 10-01-2013, 10:43 AM

Like the princess she was, Karmen was fashionably late.

She arrived at the pack meeting with sleep still in the corners of her eyes, her curled eye-lashes struggling to keep her eyes open and alert - those peridot irises were rimmed with dreams of hoarding all the pretty trinkets of the world and Cepheus finally coming to his silly, masculine senses and bowing to her whim. But her spindling gossamer of desire was severed with reality, the voice of Canttina awakening her from her confines of slumber, singing to her like a siren in the mist. So, she rose to her doe-like legs, ignoring the haphardous array of her golden-blonde locks, and sauntered to the meeting.

Karmen entered the main cavern as if miasma: silent and slow, creeping through the doorway like fatal poison. Her gaze sought Canttina immediately, and she briefly made eye contact before a sleepy-smirk tugged at one side of her maw. Her web of attention then cast upon the faces of unknown wolves - who were a variety of grey and black shades. ?Ladies,? she whispered lusciously in greeting to the pack mates she had yet to become acquainted with. She bent her posterior to a slight degree, using her caudal to sweep aside the traces of fresh snow before she let her hips gracefully kiss the ground.

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