There Ain't No Rest For The Wicked.

*Anzhelika* · (This post was last modified: 09-08-2014, 06:31 PM by Anzhelika.)

The ivory Queen had patrolled enough of Abaven's borders for the day, large paws carrying away from her home. She really hadn't spent much time away from her home lands and brief time in the Northern tundra, so she made her free time to explore other regions. The ivory Queen felt delightedly wicked today, dark intentions flooding her thoughts. Large ivory paws would lead her pale bodice into a scene filled with draped and overgrown fruit trees, the soft smells of late summer sitting upon these lands. Sabre had been missing from her neck today, resting up in his new snake hole and napping. The ivory sadist didn't mind solitude, though. She would open her maw wide and yawn, shaking her pelt as she sat near a tree, facing the horizon. The sun had just begun to set and soon it would be nightfall, though the darkness enticed the ivory Queen. A small peach would fall from a branch and land at her paws, the girl narrowing her eyes a bit in surprisement. She dipped her crown and sank her fangs into the soft, golden flesh of the fruit, sucking up it's sweet juices.

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There Ain't No Rest For The Wicked.

Anzhelika