Memories are the past
12-04-2013, 10:28 PM
The massive temptress found herself wandering towards the lands of her one time lover. Paws kissed the earth, she noted the faint smell of two of her children lingering in the area. So the little bastards had found their father? Whether or not they knew he was their father was another story. She would have to round up the little rugrats soon. Her bodice would come to a stop at the border, toes curling over the invisible line. The woman was oblivious to the battle that had taken place. Haunches would drop, pressing against the earth. She had the misfortune of finding herself in heat again with the winter season. But she was not here to fuck the King, she had her brother for that now, and perhaps Bas in the future, that reminded her that she needed to seek him out. The woman didn't even know why she was here. Perhaps to see where her children had been sneaking off to. They were foolish enough to think she didn't know. Once more the silver temptress would rise, heaving her lithe form onto paws. There was no reason for her to be here, the King no longer served a purpose. But now she knew that her children were at least safe when they ventured off. She would turn, steps fluid with a lazy grace. She had things to do, wolves to seek out. Particularly her brother. Cat Talk, Cena Talk, |