RUNNIN' FROM THE COPS IN BLACK BIKINI TOPS

She laid asleep within her metal den. Her body unmoving but her sick mind was at work. The endless night terrors and horrible memories roamed her deathly ill mind. Images of fights, death, blood, guts, and other horrible things roamed around her squishy brain in rage. The thoughts attempted to penetrate her nerves, her emotions, but they didn't. The woman had only few emotions. Lust and rage. Yet, she loved Ozz. It was love at first sight. She could bot deny such. She ached for her to be with her at every moment. But, that did not happen. They were a lovely duo, but at the moment she had greater plans. Plans to rule a pack within Alactritis. A pack of strong, insane, power hungry woman. A mans worse nightmare. They would hose the darkest of beings, but be the most lovely ladies within the land. The men had no control, they would be little insects on a silver platter. The plans were exciting, yet she would wait for the right moment to act.

She would be woken up to a lovely voice. The voice of her old partner in crime. The bitch that stole her heart, yet they stole others for fun. Their relationship was lovely. She was a pretty kitty and Canttina was the mean doggy. They were power. Power was lovely. Her yellow eyes fluttered into view as she yawned softly. Her head turned to the entrance and in peaked that blonde girly. Canttina smirked under her blood soaked mask. The mask was a Wolf skull. A lovely addition to her wardrobe. With a lovely smile Canttina stood before her dark vocals were let forth. "The baddest bitch alive calls upon the little Canttina once again!" She let forth a maniacal laugh before she stepped forward, off of the pallet of black wool she slept upon. "How is my little Karmen?"