Champagne and Orange Juice
06-12-2014, 03:20 PM
The gulley indeed was so very full of life, crammed with verdant greenery at every rock and the lot. Pristine figure would move through the darkness, delicately balanced upon two stilts. Ruby gems would sharply contrast against the paradise of green, as well as her pelt, causing the tempest to stand out uncomfortably against the ground. If she should be attacked, she will be sure to face her foe, and battle a long and hard fight against her assailant. Champagne auditories would flicker up as twigs snapped, leaves crunched, and grunts would break the serenity of the forest. Her past neatly shaped face became contorted into a snarl as she approached the source of the noise, parting the bushes and finding an alabaster hued vixen swollen with young in a clearing. No other wolf could have such a large bulge for a stomach, unless they had crammed a full elk into their belly. However, she would not speak, instead relaxing, licking her hackles to smooth them down casually and lay down, banner neatly curled about her hind paws. Enjoying pregnancy? She gave a small and playful chuckle. The albino tempest had seen what carrying children could do to a female, turning them into pathetic excuses for mothers until they are born, and they are just the most wonderful thing to have around. If I'm going to be that fat if I ever get pregnant, I don't think I could bring myself to even address the process required to do so. She scoffed, coral lips widening in a sly smile, rubies gazing at the amethyst eyed woman. Speech, |