Acceptance to the pack

thrilled with the news the woman bewitched in the air Rosalie would bow the delicate tiara in appreciation to her new beta. The long slender bodice slightly sloped with the little performance. Flicking the long silken tail twice onto the formatted ground before tuning the air with another sweet echo; cursing the air with the curse of the womans wrath.

thankyou ma'am have a good day. until next time.


caressing the lands the mystical siren would sweep away into the darkness of the shadows; the blackening walls tightening around the visage in a protective manner of lust. So suddenly. she was gone.

[ Rosalie exit. unlessstopped]