FOOL ME ONCE SHAME ON YOU, FOOL ME TWICE...
04-22-2014, 07:59 PM
The Queen prowled her territory, rage boiled her blood, turned the edges of her vision red. She was searching for one man and one man alone. She had tried to deny for as long as she could, but the signs were all to familiar. Her sides had swelled slightly, morning sickness wracked her body. She was pregnant. Just the thought made her anger. She could not be pregnant, she had no desire to raise more kids, her three now were more than enough. She was Queen dammit! She didn't have time for more kids, nor did she have the desire for more. As his scent grew strong, so did her pace until she was running. Paws struck the earth with unforgiving force, her toes curling so that claws dug in for more traction. Hackles had lifted, ears pinned and eyes narrowed. Lips curled back to reveal daggers, jaws unhinging as she zeroed in on the brute. He entered her line of vision, but she didn't slow. Her goal was to barrel into the man, just behind his shoulder. She wanted to either knock him off balance or knock the wind out of him.
The silver temptress would try to rise onto hind legs if they collided, bring her front end up just an inch or too. Her neck stretched, open jaws snapped, wanting to grab the flesh near his scruff. She wanted to taste his blood. A vicious snarl ripped free from her throat. This could not be happening to her again! If her jaws grabbed his flesh, then her crown would shake violently back and forth. She refused to be tied down by another child with a bastard father who had no interest in them! Rage and adrenaline clouded her thoughts, blinded her, only one instinct guided her.
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