Can't Stay Away

The silver temptress had been on her feet all day. She was exhausted. She had met with the idiot sire of her children, talked with her little shadow Bas and now she had the pleasure of being alone. Cena sat beside her as the woman dozed on her side. It was the dead of night, there was not a single sound and the cool fall breeze was refreshing. Lids blanketed coral gems, her steady breathing the only sound. A venomous hiss from Cena ruined it all. Immediate irritation shot through her as the behemoth of a woman rolled onto her belly, eyes scanning the strange grounds she had already explored.

It couldn't be. Her bastard of a brother. She hadn't seen him in forever. Idly she wondered if the little bitch he kept as a pet was still alive or if he had gone and killed her. Eyes drifted to the feline at his side. He had a companion as well? How did that happen? A brow lifted in question. She made no sound or movement, just simply watched her brother approach, seeming obvious to her. If she were an honest woman she would say that she had missed him being around. But she was not. He was an arrogant bastard that she couldn't stand.

The woman waited, knowing well that Cena would have given away their presence and that her brother would be headed their way, his feline in tow. She folded her legs neatly under her, awaiting her brothers long overdo arrival. Nostrils quivered, catching his scent. He didn't smell of the little whore. Was she gone? For good?

"Cat Talk" "Cena Talk"