Enjoying Your Cage?

A familiar voice would grate at her ebony audits, ruining the sensual serenity that came with being cloaked in darkness. Turning around, she cast a bored gaze upon one of the members of her old pack. Ryouta, the insane wench with a deliciously dark pelt. She could feel the woman's eyes roam over her body, sapphires over onyx. "Well hello Ryouta, enjoying your shackles?" She asked sarcastically, referring to the enormous female's entrapment within the new pack of Amenti. A sly grin split her dark lips, flashing pearl daggers in the meager light still filtering from the entrance to the cave.

Tea cupped paws would carry her slowly closer to the she wolf with the carved grin, exotic eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. The sultry wisp of shadow floated over the stone ground, her claws making no sound upon the stone floor. Her form curved erotically as she walked, swaying side to side as her dual toned optics remained fixed upon her target, depthless orbs staring straight into Ryouta's own until she was but a few inches away, and could feel the woman's breath upon her face, hear her heartbeat. She wanted to force it faster, make it pound until it threatened to leave the woman's chest, to make the bi pigmented she wolf want her so badly she couldn't help herself. And then Raven, that little ebony bitch, would get exactly what she wanted, and disappear into the wind. But she would wait, to see what might happen right here and now.




"Speech"