Come to me
03-24-2014, 05:16 PM
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It would not take the yearling long to find his empress, as he was never far from her clutches. He would weave effortlessly over rocks and fallen trees on his long limbs, his mouth agape as he panted for relief as he strode toward her call. Minutes later her figure would become visible within the fog, and he would pick up his pace, lips parting as a yowl bubbled from within his jugular. He would approach her head on, his body lowering toward the moist earth as he pawed at the right side of her chest with his left limb. His weight would shift onto his right side as he rested his head on the ground, his tail curling protectively over his genitalia and abdomen. Last time they spoke he had greatly disappointed her by chasing off a member she was trying to recruit. Amethyst eyes would glare upward, a twisted smirk tainting he boys lips. He would wait for her to give him an order, he assumed she had called him here for a reason. Perhaps she was about to dish out his punishment? |