it was time. His voice rang out across her lands, bringing a sneer to her lips. She would lift her head, her gaze flickering to Kylar. Even in the darkness of the den, she could clearly see his acidic gaze. "Go get her." She would purr, words heavy with carnal lust. The battle was to commence, blood would be shed. Limbs would unfold beneath her, pushing her upwards, her side brushing against his as he moved. The sky was dark with the promise of rain, how fitting. Mist clung to her pelt, her silver figure disappearing in the heavy liquid. She would not rush, nor would she worry. Her movements were slow, calculated and every bit confident. Muscles coiled beneath her pelt, rippling with each step. Her crown lifted towards the sky, her tail curling around her hips. She radiated dominance and power. She oozed it.
Upon her arrival, a wicked sneer would lift her lips, eyes narrowing upon her opponent. "Well, I must say, it took you long enough. Though I do thank you for the fun you've supplied us with." Words poured from her lips like perfectly aged scotch, oh so smooth. As far as she knew, no one had laid a violent hand on the russet whore, if anything, they treated her as nothing more than a new toy to ogle at. Salvia rushed her mouth, her eyes glinting with a crazed hunger. She would taste his blood, revel in victory, and then fuck her husband. Today was going to be a good day.
Adrenaline already began to flood her system, her eyes narrowed upon her smaller opponent. His sickening scent assaulted her nose, beckoning her forth until about a foot stood between them, so long as he didn't move. Hackles bristled along her back, audits tipped back, not only preparing for war, but also listening for the approach of her prisoner. Lips peeled in back in the tantalizing mix of a snarl and grin. Anticipation made her impatient. She didn't want to talk, there was no point, there was nothing he could offer her in exchange for his beloved. Nothing at all. Or was there?
"Speech"
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