Wingman
09-26-2014, 08:54 PM
She would depart from her mothers territory, long stilts carried her across the unfamiliar until she reached the lake. It wasn't often that she left her home, but she was hungry for an adventure. The last excitement in her life had been the training her mother had forced upon the pack. She longed for the same thrill and high of being locked in battle. Her opponent had been good enough to provide that high but nothing more. Her crown would dip as she stood at the part of the lake nearest her home. She was out of earshot, dense foliage blocking her view of any company she may have, but the wind was not in her favor. Her crown would dip, jaws parting to lap at the water.
Haunches would recline on the beach, her verdant gaze stretching out across the water. She was no one to stand by idly, it was not in her blood. Her fangs longed to sink into the flesh of her victims, she longed to follow in her mothers foot steps and take over the world. Her youth was killing her, no one would take her seriously at this age. She needed to jump in head first and begin making a name for herself. She wanted others to tremble at the sound of her name. A wicked smile curled her lips, eyes darkening with something dangerous. |
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