The game of thrones

*Six* · 02-03-2014, 01:05 PM

The behemoth thundered through the tundra with a smirk upon those inky lips. With each step came a fluff of her lovely ebony fur. Those lavender pools scanned the area for any life. The scent of another fae filled her nose but no one came to mind, nor did she see anyone. The beauty slowed her stride and inhaled a long puff of air. The girl the looked to her right, at a tree. The bitch saw a russet tail and that smirk grew. The scent was that of Amenti, the pack she was soon going to take. Those black paws took her closer, those two toned ears flicked around. She grew closer and closer to the laying girl. Six pranced with her tail high and her chin higher. The bitch had no fear in that moment. As she grew only feet away that lush voice was heard. "Greetings, Amenti pawn." The bitch knew that stench anywhere. Her now very close informant wore it. And oh had she breathed it in, memorizing it. The girl turned to face the russet babe and sat down with that smirk stuck to her face.

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