In the Dark
12-06-2013, 09:06 PM
Ears flicked forward and then backwards, and then forward again. Chill was amused, but it was that type of oh plucking the wings off a butterfly is funny. It was sadistic and cold, her tail wagged behind herself as she hummed thoughtfully to herself. But her humming stopped when the other she wolf cleared her throat, she turned her eyes toward Ashanti and swept her tongue across her teeth. Chill found herself frowning when the other lady turned down her help. "Those two berries only work in large amounts, and most would notice if a bush of them went missing. There's not many here that know how those work." Chill stated in a matter of fact manner. Her body drew forward again, tail swishing behind her as she studied the other white she wolf. These wolves here where fickle creations, why not kill when you wanted, do what you wanted, screw who you wanted, and take what you want, when you want. Instead they played by a game of thrones, politics, ambitions, things that would make one's skin crawl with boredom after a while. Now she was asking her about a pack? Well, she grew thoughtful, for a while its been only Aranya and herself against the world, now this female she didn't know also spoke whispers of a new pack. "Of course." If not to cause chaos and poison the majority of them. Sure. She laughed inside of her thoughts, feeling giddy as a sexual tension rose between her legs. Just imagine, the ultimate showing of love, a pack, at her paws, dying, screaming, begging for help, trying to reach out. And she, Chill, would stand there, tears in her eyes as she played the part of grieving window, losing her mate, her pack, the future and pups all in one fell stroke. Oh the drama! Oh the agony! Oh the chaos! It was getting her all tingly in her lady parts, she whimpered in happiness, she wanted this, she wanted it so badly. The ache was driving her forward, making her inch closer and closer towards Ashanti. She could see the glint in her eyes, and that was something that was familiar to her. Evil should recognize evil upon sighting. She was about to swoon, Aranya you had competition for dear Chill's heart! A sigh escaped her lips, wistful and mournful. "What are you suggesting?" Speech, |
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