Sweet Life
01-06-2014, 05:10 PM
Whispers of the violent kind did scream in silent protest. The queen slayer pushed her paws towards the sharp barbs that threatened to drink all the life from her body. She pushed the hard pad against the aggressors, their bite pushing slowly into her pad and welling free a solitary drop of blood. It slithered down her pad and her violet eyes watched as it dropped to the earth beneath her and fed the ground. Her ears twitched as the sound of movement caught her attention. She was currently roaming, it was her time again and the fever of need made her roam to many places, searching for someone to help ease the hunger. Her ears twitched as the call rose free. So he noticed. Her tail flicked the enticing aroma around her. Would anyone else come? She was unsure but all she needed was to feed her hunger. She withdrew her huge frame from the soft ground; the thorns seemed to protest as she turned away from them. Usually their banter always amused her. The flowers tended to speak in riddles and the thorns craved the life of others. Maybe if they drank enough they would transform into something greater. What ever their reason was she always warned others to refrain from their bite and yet she offered a small taste to them. Pain would be the death of her some day but not today. Soon the ivory figure of a male came into her focused. Her ears fell back with caution. Was this her white trash brother calling? She was not interested in breeding with that bastard child. Yet when she drank in his appearance it seemed the concern melted away. He was stunning for a male with two-toned eyes. One was crisp as fire and the other as cold as ice. The marking on his face was rather pretty, golden and gray covering his eyes. Her violet gaze drank in his appearance. He was significantly smaller then she. She was roughly 8 inches taller then he was and a great deal heavier. She wondered if he fathered her children would they be dwarfed in comparison to those of her previous liters? She dismissed the thought as the heat burned into her and the need for release consumed her rational thoughts. ?Calling for the maiden adorned in blood and violence?? she questioned, her violet gaze looking down at the male before her. Would she need to lie to allow him to mount her? She almost laughed at the thought. Kaios had no issues mounting her, twice, and she wondered if this wolf fathered her new children would her others accept them? Their father was dead, if he was still alive then he would be the one siring her new liter but he was dead and gone. speech |