SLIPPERY LITTLE SNAKE
The sound of footsteps pressing against the underbrush causes the goddess to completely halt her forward movement, her body swiftly turning around to face the direction of the stranger. Whoever has decided that stalking her would be a good idea is very close, and it puts her on edge. Instantly her defenses fall into place, her magma hued eyes narrowing into slits as she waits for the intruder. Suddenly he appears, a lone, dark, and tall male with multiple scars spread across his ebony pelt. Perhaps he had smelt her heat and followed her in the hopes of perusing her... If so he would be greatly disappointed. When he speaks he does not speak in proper English, but instead seems to stumble over his words. Obviously he is not from Alacritis if he is dumbfounded by her appearance. There were many odd colored wolves in Alacritis, so perhaps she is the first one he has seen thus far. "Proper English." She demands, and gives him a second to restate his statement. Marco stands by her side, his black lips curled above his fangs to form an aggressive expression. Apollyon straightens up into a defensive position, the snakes toungue slipping in and out of his mouth as he stares at the stranger.
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