Blame It On My Mood Swings, Baby
04-27-2014, 12:18 PM
dancin' in the dark in the pale moonlight The female would growl when her mate Dayton would pull her towards him, landing her on top of the male. She would snarl and snap at his maw when he would call her gorgeous. That was the last straw. And he had pulled it. "Don't touch me." she would growl, standing up and away from him. The female would stand her ground, claws digging into the Obsidian beach sand for traction, hackles raised, her white dagger canine fangs bared, her tail stood straightly aligned with her spine, her muscles would coil and she would spring, ramming herself into Dayton with a snarl. |