all hail the king!

He seemed a little weirded out by her, but honestly who wasn't. She was green for god sakes and she didn't help by acting all creepy, though Nova always told her that it was part of her charm. Yeah whatever. This male, Valentine, seemed to be content to take it thought, even leaning forward to let her paw pad brush his cheek just before his eye dots. How perfect would it be to have those... Oh maybe she could have Mr.Red draw them on her face! Ideas... His voice would break her from her thoughts as she stared at the paw pressed to his cheek. Slowly it would withdraw and head would tip curiously. Massive ears would swivel and cone towards him as a sly smirk slithered across her lips. Something dark flashed across her eyes. "Depends... What needs to get done dear king? I do a great many things and yet am master of none..." A languid sigh as she plopped herself back down on her paws so she was sitting before lifting herself and shaking out her vibrant coat. Head would tip as if considering him, red eyes blinking before jaw would unhinge as if you speak again. "I am a healer of sorts though I specialize in poisons. I can fight though I can't say I fight fair. I am fast so I can hunt. But my passion lies with slaves. The whole concept interest me you see. Tell me dear king, do you need one to collect and tend to slaves for you?" Brow would quirk as she turned her attention back to him. Novaro had been the first she had met that had put up with her oddities, accepted her for what she was. She knew not to drop the whole 'I eat wolves' bomb on the first date. But maybe he would be cool with it... As long as she didn't eat him or pack members.

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