your favourite sinner

The panzram was a daemon. Her mind was encased in hellish thoughts and devilish tendencies. Due to her mother and father abandoning her at such a young age she has dwelled within the pits of hate and rage for so long. Her mind had gone wrong. The behemoth had turned into the girl your mum warned you of. The woman had been alone, within isolation. She began to find entertainment with the small things. The things she should not find entertaining. Watching a creature bleed. Watching someone suffer and cry out. To quickly shut them up with a swipe of the paw. To torture and maim. The woman was sick but oh, she saw nothing wrong with it. Who would? No one had the right to judge her. She was a Saxe, the prime species. Her mother was a legend and her father a Devil. Her brother was deranged and disgusting, but she was very close to him. Neios and Nausica loved each other in more ways then one. Though, she was not dealing with family in those moments. The babe was on an adventure.

The siren sauntered with such confidence it could make an insecure whore cry. Her steps were wide and her hips were out. That inky tail was high but her head was held higher. The yearling had to much confidence for her own good. It was because of her size. She was already very large for a yearling, in fact she was nearly 40 inches already, her birthday being soon. Her paws were massive and her muscles were ripped. The girl was a monster in the making. It was marvilous. Though, her lovely thoughts were completely diminished by a high pitched scream. A cringe was seen as she growled and sought out the source of her hell. Paws stamped loud with annoyance as she heard fumbling and a round of 'ows.' As she continued on her violet orbs feasted upon an emerald babe. Fresh wounds slowly seeped that lovely life liquid, blood. Her mouth watered at the scent. Nausica rolled her broad shoulders as she hid herself, not wanting to spook the specimine. What was it with Alactrica and odd colored wolves? The girl slithered closer and closer. Following her to the beach, watching her get into the water. The panzram then made herself know by clearing her throat and letting out a round of luxurious tones, "What are you?" The ebony babe sat down with her nose slightly pointed up to show she was all chopped full of confidence.



Speech.