Scents of Trolls

*Schon* · 07-15-2014, 11:42 AM

The beautiful creature had a lot on her plate. She had been patrolling, meeting others at the borders, enduring food stock was up and good. It was a mighty job for one little vixen. But, if she was going to be a Queen, the lady would have to do much more. But, she could see that her mother was beginning to get run down. Her mother was old and beginning to wear down. Her fur was turning grey and her eyes were drooping. Schon was heir and it was her duty to step up to the plate. Soon she had plans for a hunt, but for now the girl would venture to the lake. Her delicate paws hit the ground with gentleness. Her alabaster dipped tail flowed within the wind with ease. The beautiful woman was a creature of excellence in every way. Yet, as she slithered along, a flash of cyan pelt made her do a double take. The oddly marked lady sauntered closer as her eyes feasted upon a blue man whom slipped into the lake. The lanky temptress moved closer and sat down upon the shore. She was horribly skinny, but she was very confident in her long looks. "I have yet to see a creature with such vibrant coloration. You must have been blessed by Freyja herself." The fae eyed him with her own blood red orbs as her banner slipped to cuddle her left side. The elegant demoness would wait to see if the boy was prey or promise.

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