if there are boundaries
06-13-2013, 06:19 PM
Nature had clutched at the banshee?s organs in a way it never had before, the unstable rolling of hormones that churned her veins causing the fae to be more edgy than usual. It seemed every stench of wolf she picked up on threatened to boast of sex-craving male, the potent aroma that enveloped her child-hungry body, still defying the desires of her mind. In her first season, Eos wasn?t entirely sure what to expect of her body; so she had trained harder, using the rocky formations of The Garden to better prepare her muscle. Tall limbs would make her efforts next to easy, bouncing from the earth to a tall rock, carefully over to the next rock and back down to the earth again. Some thought it silly, but the finely tucked and chiselled portions of the ladies physique were more than enough to justify hard work and determination.
Momentarily satisfied, the russet femora allowed her tired body to rest, limbs hanging over the edges of a sharply pointed rock as her cadaver attempted to recover. From day one Eos had been competitive, and now the ripe age of Two it would be foolish to suggest she wasn?t more than capable of winning most physical tests. The ladies mentally also made her stronger, though oblivious faults caused mild weaknesses; weaknesses Eos was still habitually ignorant of. Pale emerald gaze wandered the freckled planes, pausing briefly upon the approaching silhouette of a wolf. Immediately she tensed, testing the canine?s scent , muscles coiling at the ready.
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