I NEED A SAVING GRACE

A growl reached her ears, invading them harshly. Lips curled back in a silent snarl. She was no in mood. Her tongue would curl against the roof of her mouth, eyes narrowing as she curled defensively around the demons at her belly. Through narrowed slits she would watch the cobalt man approach, his crown dropping to inspect his young. A smile curled his lips as though he was a proud father. Had she not been tired she would have scoffed at the sentiment.

Resigned that nothing would happened to her children, the silver temptress would against rest her head on her paws, allowing herself to rest and sleep. She did not want to be part of the two males pissing contest between who would be part of the bastards lives. They could sort that out themselves. Legs and tail would curl in and around the still pure babes, instinct kicking in once she dozed off.

-exit via sleep-


"Cat Talk" "Cena Talk"