as twisted as I am, twist me more

S O L E S T E , MY HEAVENLY DARK FLOWER
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soleste strode like the world belonged to her, in it's place forever beneath her paws. her aura of confidence was an unmistakable one.. expansive & consuming wherever she went. as she moved with sensual grace, her muscles danced by her fluid motion. & without shame, she follows her primal urges- possessed by the syndicate's stench that filled the scenery. she gravitated towards the stronger aromas of dominant musk, it's delicious to her greedy snout that flared it with abuse. she tasted it, relished in it, & even rubbed it into herself, bathing in his colognes that marked the ground. matured urine pleased her senses furthermore, telling her the information she so dearly needed. "mm.." she nearly moaned, noting his size and age.
she grows closer, finally coming upon the borders of a pack she knew nothing about. their scent markers are potent and tease her. they threaten her even. she hums, silently intrigued as she paces down into a full halt just before the invisible line that draws her out. she cannot help but growl, envious of the other's who dwelled here without her. many scents laid here, but amongst them were two that interested her.
soleste remains in her stand, cocking her head up for only a brief moment to release a melodic howl for the packs tyrants.

"talk" 'think'