A game of cat and mouse
08-29-2014, 08:12 PM
She would traipse the border of the forest with silent ease. Only a foot separate her paws from the scent markers as she prowled along the edge of the forest, coral pools staring into the mist. Nostrils quivered, inhaling a scent that was no familiar to her. The scent of the russet woman was gone. Replaced by a fading but familiar stench. Artemis. Lips would curl in distaste. The russet bitch had lost her crown at the jaws of a mere child. But overpowering the white wench was someone unknown. Her eyes would narrow as she brought her hefty form to a halt. Her crown would tip back, a beckoning howl leaving her lips, summoning the alpha of these forests. She had no use for those who weren't in a position of power, she only wanted the ruler. Haunches would recline towards the earth, her silver plume curling around her hips. Her gaze would slice through the fog, waiting for the stranger to materialize. Audits would swivel back and forth, memories of this place flooding her mind. Better times, happier times, for her and her lover at least. A strangled sigh rolled off her tongue. She pushed the tensions of her love life at the back of mind, focusing on the task at hand.
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