Don't you know I'm no good for you?

Lorikeet’s grin didn’t waver, but she eased her paws gently to the ground. The Empress she had almost kissed seemed harder now, but there was still humour in the elegant leader. A wicked smile took her maw as she promised pain to every digit that crossed the line. Lorikeet flexed her paws and made a soft sound in the back of her throat, clearly considering it.

“If I can not come to you, what would it take to pry you from your elegant prison, Empress?” she purred softly, her eyes lightly roaming across the other wolfs form as she challenged the wolf with her eyes and words.


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