The words I never said

Desire? is, if anything a fire waiting to be lit by another; her destruction irrelevant to a land that seems, oh to strange. Her thick eyelashes curl almost into an entire sphere, but not quite so, making her appear more like a delicate doll that stands on four slender, long lean legs. With every breath the nymph would take her paws would respond with a push, her strides lengthening across the battlefield. She didnt seem the type to fantasize about all the war boys drenched in blood; but that is exactly what she loves the most. Pity that theres none of that today. With a single sweep to her tail her tiara would raise in interest, optics narrowing upon the two wolves. the blood kissed lips would pull back almost in distaste, but she would decide to venture towards the two in a devouring interest. " One should not be so willing to be claimed withought a price, boy." She'd coo beneath her breath, hoping he's not as submissive as he looks, but that- of course could be fixed with the right mentor.