leaving on a jet plane

If there was something that the female was more sold out on it was the fact that everyone just needed a little company. She herself was a creature driven by lust, and what was that lust if smoldered by the lack of company? It had no matter, for by design and thousands of years of evolution, canines were creatures made independent, and while they could survive on their own, they could not properly thrive. Such an argument was only fair to be made and her opinion would not be withdrawn. After all, who would she be if she took back her thoughts? Those things which designed her? Who would she be if she would not recognize and obey the archaic nature of things. She was a woman, one that knew her purpose, and would not stop.

"Brina look out," the snake hissed, his body wrapped firmly around her taught abdomen, his scales glittering greatly in the subtle lighting of the dim forest. She dreaded the place, it dirtied her. It was a wretched waste land, and why she was brought to the hands of it she had not a clue. She dreaded the Earth in general.

Attention would be given to Isk and the dame would elongate her stride, pulling from the waters. Moving, she could feel the snakes scales slide across her until he was loosely coiled along her neck, a thrum of approval would echo in her chest and the dame would push onward, yet now with wonderment as the snake's tongue had slipped and information had followed. "Brinsssssshana there'ssss a pretty little creature sssomwhere here," his tone was demonic, and yet to her, it was the most sickly sweet thing she could imagine.

Baritones would dance through the woods, summoning the lady's interest and with a salacious smirk she would push through the forestry to him. He was an interesting color, not the usual bleached hue she had been made so tired of lately. Isk had fallen silent and the delicate harpy would sing unto him, "Harsh judgement of yourself," she purred, dual tones eating alive the copper along his back, topping off his rich colors, and she would follow to his metallic eyes, a simper of amusement drawn clearly across her inky lips.

Speech.