the haunting hour
05-29-2014, 03:37 PM
The woman was truly a spitfire. There was rarely a filter on her kinky lips. She had a way with words, at times. She continued to march through the barren land. Her paws sunk into the hot sand with each annoying step. Her head was high and her paws ached. But when the scent of another filled her nose she went wide eyed. It was a Covari, for sure. But, she had yet to meet this one. Her head turned to see the oddly pattered boy with a raised brow. "Fick dick." Her gemanic tones were thick and here eyes were narrowed. The female had no time for foolery. Her paws ached and her mind was numb. "Walk and talk, walk and talk." The bitch began to walk, waiting for the boy to follow. She flicked her hips with each step, the woman was truly stunning and flaunted it. But, maybe she should take advantage of the poor little boys of her pack? The woman shrugged within her mind. "You are.. Crufixalala right? Something along those lines?" WORDS HERE |
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