TAKE ME OUT
08-20-2014, 11:45 AM
She has been summoned. Carmine audits perk atop her skull, her chin lifting from the earth as she groggily looks around her den. She had been napping before the tyrant queen had called out to her pack, and although she was not ready to get up, she would rise to her paws without hesitation. This will be the first meeting she would attend since joining the queens pack, and she was eager to observe the other members. Were they all impeccable forces like the tyrant? Or would she be faced with weaklings that the tyrant uses for her own desires? Quickly the babe rushes out of her den and sprints off toward the heart of the territory, her velveteen nostrils quivering as all the new scents flood her senses. The small group would come into her view, and instantly her eyes would fall upon the ravishing curves of the empress. An allured smirk threatens to pull her lips, but her outward appearance remains unfazed as she approaches her queen. She attempts to slither beside the queens larger body, aiming to run her left side against Art's right in a silent sign of affection. "My queen." She breaths the woman's title almost silently, volcanic orbs shifting as she beholds her tryant's beauty. She wishes to tenderly kiss the woman's right cheek, but she refrains, as she does not want to show any more affection while in front of a group. |