On the bodies of the damned

N/A · 01-14-2014, 04:43 PM

The woman raised her ebony maw from the ground, inhaling the air around her. Lifted on the wind was the scent of another wolf as well as the scent of an old kill. The scent of death didn't originate from the male, so it was unlikely he was lying there dead. Ravage was glad of that, live toys were so much more entertaining. Vivid gold eyes identified the grayscale creature sprawled across the plateau and she moved lazily toward it. The dark femme fatale noted the sharp blue eye which observed her over the shrinking distance. It was strange that he did not move into a more defensible position, Ravage assumed he was either very confident or very young.

She stood over him, a curious expression on her face. Ravage offered the tri color beast in front of her a charming smile.

"I hope I'm not interrupting.." Her voice was smooth and even as glass.

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