Moving In
11-12-2013, 04:46 PM
It was with an eerie presence the russet mistress would hunt, seeking the luring stench of her once-was mate beneath a faltering gaze of half-hearted intention. The chill of the atmosphere clung to her lungs with a painful familiarity, a ghost of the past that would cling her presence and boast of mismatched fairytales. Numbers, their presence seared her pipes and caused a snarl to twitch at feminine features, gaze narrowing with a judgement of dissatisfaction as the figures of so many loomed in the near distance. Muscles tremored with revulsion of wolves unknown, coming to loiter mysteriously behind the group, motionless and silent as ears would flicker backwards against tapered skull. Pale gaze would hold to Syrinx, debating whether or not she could tolerate divorcing solitude to aid his endeavours. But it was unlikely, as the smaller numbers even here would prickle awkwardly against her core.
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