Wicked Witch
05-11-2014, 10:11 PM
Creamy legs stretched languidly across the earth toned floor. This was a new land had captivated her attention with its beautiful colors. But the smug smile on her face said that her mind was elsewhere. She had been accepted into the folds of a new pack, given a place of power. Excitement sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Curves pressed against the earth, her russet pelt blending in with the ground. Hips flipped to the side, the rest of her lithe body upright. Verdant gaze fluttered shut, her mind wandering as a breeze ruffled her pelt. It was the perfect day, not to hot, not to cold. And all she needed to do was wait for the call, the call that would start a new chapter of her life. The whole idea was thrilling. An unfamiliar scent filled her nostrils, causing the woman to open her eyes, taking a moment to look around herself. There was little room for someone to sneak up on her, but perhaps they had managed? Her front limbs would adjusted, positioned just right so that she could jump to her feet if necessary. "Come out and play." Hushed words rolled off her tongue like a lullaby, cooing to the stranger to show their face, though it was doubtful her words would even be heard. WORDS HERE |