Płaying our petty łittłe game
09-30-2014, 08:42 PM
A call would ring out in the night, snapping her eyes open. With a growl she would rise, departing from her mates side with reluctance. Slowly they had begun to patch things up, enough so that he slept beside her again. Her coral gaze would linger on his sleeping face before she slipped from the den silently. Broad shoulders would roll as hips swayed. Leisurely she would approach the border. Her coral gaze swept over the pale frame of an unfamiliar woman. The behemoth queen would come a halt several feet away, the border standing between them. A smirk lifted her lips as she spoke. Can I help you, dear? She would purr. Lyrics dripped like honey from dark lips as she silently assessed the woman. Silver audits tipped forward, waiting to catch words. There was something oddly familiar about her appearance, but she would brush it away as an unimportant thought. The woman was smaller than herself, but only by a few inches. The tip of her tail would twitch back and forth like a cat waiting to pounce. Her gaze would hungrily rake the stranger, idly wondering if she held any potential. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE |