we're born with the death penalty

Six was not usually so free and jumpy. Usually she rounded up her men in lovely songs and flicks of hips. But, she played with him so freely. The lovely lady was covered in the brown mud. She was pretty sure every bit of her body was engulfed by it but in his cheery presence the girl did not care. She pounced on him with ease and pinned him to the ground. Her paws on either side of his head. Six leaned down and touched her nose to his, batting her lashes. The woman could look smashing even when covered in mud. She barely felt her wounds, yet they were not to bad in the first place. The black and white behemoth was then batted at with gross paws. Her face was splattered with the mucky substance. The soon to be Queen snorted and shook her head. "Evil!" The girl then leaned down and nipped at his neck, it would only be a pinch. She then got up and ran off a few steps. "I bet you can't catch me!" She spoke the words completely forgetting about her null lungs. The girl then sprinted off, mud flying all over.





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