The Heat In The Winter

Damn it all to hell.

She was in heat, she knew from what she had been told. It may be colder in Imp than before, but her skin felt as if it were on fire. She grumbled as she sat under a tree, her pale tail fluttering behind her. She was a pretty lustful chick, but now she wanted to tear into someone's flesh and have them hump her brains out. Oh yes, that would be very nice.

Two years old now, and so many scars in just two short years. She had some pretty nasty wounds that she had yet to show to Revenge, and they were still festering on her shoulders. Two long slashes formed a 'V' at her shoulder points, the blood still pooling in certain area's. It was hard to keep them closed, as no matter how she moved she pulled at the torn flesh. There was also a deep bite on the left side of her neck, dried mostly but the flesh around it was raised and irritated. But she didn't really care at this point, even though they hurt like a mofo. She grumbled, paws shifting on the snow dusted earth. The flakes fell slowly, and she swore that she could hear them sizzle as they hit her flesh. The scent of her heat mingled with the smell of blood and infection. Her nose wrinkled at all of that, head shaking slightly. She hisses as it pulled at her wounds, damn it all to hell. Sitting and standing still was no skill of hers, not at all.