Squeak and Creak
09-29-2013, 03:52 PM
The bitch was back and forth. She was now an Empress. The daemon of the Red Wood, though she planned to switch her territories if she had time. She was currently on her way back to the S.S. Antiox. Her paws thudded down upon the field of snow without fault. Her tail swayed behind her and her ears swerved around. Though, she picked up a scent and her lips curled. With her lasting limp the Empress slithered on and on. She saw fresh paw steps within the top layer of snow. The smell emitting from the human creature was horrible. Blood would stain the floor from her various kills. As she found her way up the deck and into the top room her yellow orbs settle on a brown fae just taking a bit of a nap within her home. The woman with the wolf skull mask snorted and growled. "Is it a custom to sleep in other peoples homes from where you are from? The last bitch whom walked into my home without permission now rests upon my face." She was not lying. Talk like this |