I Am the Sickness
11-13-2013, 09:11 PM
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What a shame. To be taken from a place of power at such a young age, or at least what he assumed was still a place of power. "I should have realized you were one of hers just from looking at you, but I suppose that's neither here nor there. Yes, I knew of your mother. Before I left my pack she was an alpha of Amenti. But that was almost a year ago. Gods only know if she's still leading or if she dropped off the face of the earth." He said, waving a paw dismissively. "Suffice to say I don't know where she is now. So I'm afraid I can't help you" He explained. "However..." He regained the lustful purr he had lost through his laughter. "I'm sure two sets of eyes are better than one." He grinned. "Perhaps I can help you after all?" He was eager for Salamander to bring up his skull again more than anything, although the thought had crossed his mind of all the ways he could use him. Although he was too old to eat, Grinner's imagination was limitless. It had been so long since he felt a warm consenting body under him, or on top of him for that matter. He was demanding, yes, but could easily play the roll of the submisser if that was what the yearling wanted. "Come." He said, walking past Salamander and letting his tail brush the underside of his jaw. "Your mother must miss you terribly." He purred. He waded into the water and waited for the larger wolf to follow him, his tail and hips swaying lightly from side to side. Speech, |
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