TOO SICK TO PRAY }solstice challenge
The call would ring out solely for her husband, but it was a voice she had come to recognize. Lips curled back to reveal daggers as fire ignited in her gaze. They just couldn't leave them alone could they? And now it was beginning to put a strain on her and her husbands relationship. They had discussed passing the pack onto someone else, and had agreed, but for what reason, Cru was dragging his feet. She wouldn't rush him though, allowing him to do things on his own time. But this, this could not wait. She would rise from her den, venturing out into the snow that blanketed her home. Hackles bristled as she broke into a brisk trot. Long legs stretched wide, eating up the ground until the sickening scent of the battlefield filled her nose.
With each step she had put her current life behind her, and replaced with a piece of her former self. Her tail would rise above her hips, while her crown lifted above her shoulders. Hackles bristled as her ears fell loosely against her skull. Fangs remained bared, a low growl bubbling on her lips. Her verdant gaze would come to rest on the man who had dragged her from her home and inflicted pain upon her one to many times. I'm starting to believe you might have an obsession. Despite her hostile poster, words fell like silk, spilling sensually from her scared lips, pairing perfectly with the scent of her heat.
Power oozed from her pours, a quiet air of confidence surrounding her as she stood silently. She expected Cru to be hot on her heels, she had managed to escape before he could have a panic attack over her decision. It was time to extract her revenge. She would not be beaten down again by this man and his Queen. No, her Armada blood rang out loud and clear, for once, she intended to make her father proud. She was going to watch this man fall before, to crumple at her feet.
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