Hanging by a thread
09-01-2014, 05:30 PM
She would not wait long. A monochromed man would greet her, claiming to the Alpha. His tones were polite and welcoming, as to be expected. "Yes, I'm Cataleya, Queen of Arcanum." Nostrils quivered, inhaling the sickly sweet scent of the fallen queen. "And you are housing the woman who lost my pack to a mere child." Tones were cool and detached, though a brow lifted as her eyes glinted with wicked intent. She would fall silent, allowing her words to sink in for just a moment. He stunk of the woman, her perfume oozed from his pours. Her tail would lash back and forth before she continued. "But, that is not why I'm here." Her tones turned brisk, very business like. "Any wise alpha would make her presence known to their neighboring packs, establish standings or alliances even." Gears turned in her mind. There was no doubt that he would return to the bitches side shortly after, if she didn't show up herself. It would be so easy to press her own dominating perfume into her coat for him to take home to his whore. Lips would curl in a wicked grin. She would take a few casual steps forward, her neck craning so that her nose could gesture the gesture in which she came from. "My pack resides in the west, along the plains and moor" Not that she would extend a helping hand to him. The subtle movement would aim to bring her closer to him, though not close enough to be uncomfortable, yet.
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