This Doesn't Look Like New Orleans
10-05-2014, 12:43 AM
Even in all his time away, he had never left the plains or the moor. So when he ventured off, she was curious. She didn't follow right away, lingering behind before trailing after him. Nose would crinkle in distaste as they entered the swamps. This place was worse than the moor. Her steps were slow, lazy, though each one calculated. She was at ease until voice drifted her way. Feminine seduction was not something that was foreign to the Queen. Eyes would narrow to dangerous slits, her lips twitching in a faint snarl. Drifting towards the source, her eyes would land first on the woman speaking. A throaty growl would rattle in her throat, hackles bristling. Her gaze would shift to Kylar, dark enough to kill. "You, my dear, will never be anything more than a spark." Words dripped like toxic honey from her lips as she would glare cooly at the woman.
Unbridled irritation shot through her like lightning. The urge to draw blood was overwhelming. But who's, she wasn't entirely sure yet. The woman was smaller than herself, even if only by a few inches. Her crown would lift above her shoulders, her tail beginning to twitch. Hackles remained upright, her lips unfurling even more. Ears fell flat against her crown. She had attempted to approach so that she stood beside Kylar. Despite the fact that she wanted nothing more than to put him in the ground, she would brush against his side possessively. |
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