Slavery is a crime[Joining]

N/A · 05-14-2013, 02:45 PM

Desdemona would pace the borders of Tortuga, her massive ivory frame swaying back and forth as she reestablished the border of the territory, two toned eyes, one obsidian one crimson would fall upon the forest like a beacon, seeking anything out of the ordinary, anything that might pose harm to her pack. She had been Queen only a scarce few days and already she was turning this pack on its axis, spinning it in a new direction. Some hand commended her for it, others hated her. Regardless, things were getting done. A snort would escape her nostrils before the dame would pause, a foreign scent, trickling into her nostrils.

Motivation would push her at a heady gallop, tracing the scent and tracking it to the border. Her eyes analyzed the male before her, he sat submissive, waiting, crimson eyes now watching her. She was massive. A stunning forty-two inches and thick musculature that evened out to an impressive one-seventy. She was not a figure easily dismissed. She would study him a moment more before her lips would part and her larynx would vibrate, neither cold nor welcoming her neutral tones would pour. "What business do you have with Tortuga?"

Speech,

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