interior design is my passion

What to do, what to do. Absinth had been left rather pent up after the entire ordeal with that weak shit brat- so she was on the hunt for something… riveting. The sound was well mapped in her head now, every nook and cranny stashed away in her steel trap of a skull. Though something new had come, once again- and it had tracks to follow.

She was quick, fleet of foot and so subtle in her approach. Her classic, see them before they see you, safe-guard taking precedence as she came to the end of the trail. Another scent had been mingled in with the stranger’s, but a bloody one she hardly had any hope of still having a soul. Her ivory body blended in with the landscape well- but her face and tail? Not so much. She kept both low to the ground as her emerald orbs fell upon a female of similar stature- but much better fed. Fuck. Was I the only one who washed up on a beach to get here? She still felt like her body had not filled out enough with muscle; though she was far better off than before.

Well. Back to the matter at hand- a darkly colored female with some amber markings, but eyes that could have been relations to Absinth’s own. A limp lynx carcass hanging from their maw. She liked the look of this woman immediately though; much better than the last girl. So, she rumbled a greeting, her visage set in one of her distorted smiles. “I love a woman that looks like she’d eat me alive. Will you?” Absinth cooed daringly, offering a cheery smirk as she drifted closer to the other girl. Now, what would she do? She wasn’t looking for a fight or anything; just some proper fucking female company that wasn't playing victim to a man.

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