We'll never be royals

If there was one place that the woman would travel to, it was here. More often then not she ran into her brother along the cliffs. The last time they had been here together, they shared a rather intimate moment, rare for the two titans. Her bodice would sway, hips rolling as the silver woman moved across the green grass, her sights set on the cliffs edge. She had just taken Sora to the island to stay with his father, as the boy had so desperately wanted. Already she missed him dearly. His insistent chatter, his gentle nature, his naive curiosity for things, his desire to please. A sigh would slide from darkened lips. She was becoming soft.

Limber muscles would set her down, limbs stretching as she rested in the early dawn hours, watching the sun begin to peak over the horizon. Agitation began to flare up in her chest. Her pups, while she loved them, had tied her down. She spent little time with Basilisk, as he had vanished into thin air after their last rather bloody meeting. Most of her time was spent alone, and her desires began to rage out of control.

She dearly missed the pleas for mercy, the blood that choked its way down her throat, the snapping of bones and tearing of flesh. She was craving. But that would not be enough. She craved the embrace of another. One in particular. Her brother. He had once again slipped from her grasp, going off on his own to cause some sort of pain and destruction. Uncontrollable lusts would cause her to toss back her crown, a demand ripping free from her throat.

She wanted him now. She wanted his presence. Was he even in the area though? She hadn't been keeping close tabs on him and was at a loss. One could only hope. Silvery plume would thump against the earth, her motions agitated. She would lie and wait, seeing if her titan of a brother would show his face. Idly she wondered if the black and white bitch had ever returned, it was doubtful, but oh the fun it would be if she did. Her poor brother had been so brokenhearted about it, she could only imagine him ripping her throat out before she could even open her mouth to speak. Imagines and thoughts had a short chuckle rolling off her tongue.

"Cat Talk" "Cena Talk"