BITCH IM ALIVE, THE DEVIL IS A LIE
02-10-2014, 05:22 PM
She had not seen Basilisk since he had been so sweetly punished for his crime. She had much to think about, he had joined a pack, his desire for power was still there, and her lust to rule was as strong as ever. She prowled the lands, her thoughts consuming her. Fog soon clouded her vision, wrapping her up in a hold like a sweet lover. Powerful muscles coiled beneath her light pelt as she moved, the muck sticky to her paws unpleasantly. But she ignored all that. Blood. It was the thick in the air and had captured her attention. Along with a familiar scent. Bas. He couldn't be here, it didn't seem right, but there was something so familiar about the stench that clung to the dense air. It propelled her forward, tail curled high over her hips, coral eye scanning, making out a dark figure in the fog. She would step on a branch, alerting him over her presence. "What are you doing out here?" She cooed, approaching the dark silhouette. She would invade his space, searching for his violet gaze. Once she was close, too close, she realized she had been mistaken. This was not her shadow. This was someone entirely different, though looked exactly the same. A frown would tug at her lips, "Who are you?" Talk like this |