Champagne and Orange Juice
06-16-2014, 04:15 PM
A strange voice reached her audits, her face turning as she glared at the pale female. Her lips curled up to flash her ivories at the new woman. What did she know about growing life inside of her belly? She had no idea how much she wanted these little devils out so she could actually move around. Plus Othello was not the largest female, but the size of her stomach made her feel like she was going to give birth to like... ten puppies or something. The dame then spoke again, causing Othello's hackles to rise as her lips folded into a sneer. "You may think you're the shit, strange albino bitch, but you don't know living until you feel the love of a man." Not that her and Scorpion were really in love, she was in love with him and she knew that she meant a lot to him, but love was simply not in his vocabulary.
Othello sighed, she knew that the hormones were causing her to be a cranky little pansy but wolves seemed to just get under her skin as of late, and this other fae was pissing her off. She scoffed at her just laying there like she had the world grasped in her pink hued paws, like everything was going to be handed off to her like she was the queen of the world. Othello had to fight to be where she was today, she had to hide herself and make herself into something she was not just so that she could survive. Purple eyes narrowed at the pale one, not moving from her position. She didn't want to get closer to this stranger in fear of lashing out, she had a feeling that they would be attacking each other with their words. As long as no physical fight broke out, she would be a happy camper. Well... mostly.