The woman had no clue what she was doing there, in the fucking desert. The German Goddess stopped around upon a dune with a horrid look upon her muzzle. Her lips were formed into a crappy scowl. Her paws burned with each step. Why had she come here? First the swamp and now the desert. How lovely. The older woman was beginning to grow tired of her unexpected journies through lands. This is why old woman get brittle and annoyed. They get tired of adventuring and stay inside their caves for all of eternity. With each step she could see more green, which gave her hope. But the horrible sun beat down on her ebony back, which made it only 10 times worse. She huffed and puffed with each annoying step. She only hoped she would get out as soon as she could. Bathe in a lake or something. Then find a nice, COOL, cave to sleep in. Thoughts of relaxation made her put a little more pep in her step. Her tail was high and her eyes were squinted from the sun. The Finnvi would look up to the sky and shout words many would not be able to decipher. "fick dich, fick dich, fick dich! Warum ich? Warum ausgerechnet ich! Fick!" WORDS HERE

The desert would never be a favourite location of the boy. Its heat was an intoxication that swallowed him and placed a sheen of glistening sweet against silver-black shades. He felt disoriented but utterly relaxed. His glistening violet orbs blinking about the harshly bright light and taking in the dancing orange beams of light that touched the earth. ?Maaan? he whispered between half closed fangs and he wooshed out a breath between his teeth. Man, he wasn?t entirely certain what he had taken or if it was good for him, but one thing was absolutely certain ? his headache and pains where a thing of the past.



The world had an unnatural tinge against his features, a glow he had never noticed before that made everything seem shiny and wonderful and new. He still wasn?t sure why he was in a desert, but man, that really didn?t matter. Trying to hold in the laughter he kept moving, until the form of a girl came into his view. She was a uniquely shaded thing with blacks and red and whites that halloed about her pretty form. He stopped a few paces from her and tilted her head, the words she had spoken taking a few moments to penetrate the shroud about his mind. ?Fish dish, eh?? he asked drowsily


"Speech"

The woman was truly a spitfire. There was rarely a filter on her kinky lips. She had a way with words, at times. She continued to march through the barren land. Her paws sunk into the hot sand with each annoying step. Her head was high and her paws ached. But when the scent of another filled her nose she went wide eyed. It was a Covari, for sure. But, she had yet to meet this one. Her head turned to see the oddly pattered boy with a raised brow. "Fick dick." Her gemanic tones were thick and here eyes were narrowed. The female had no time for foolery. Her paws ached and her mind was numb. "Walk and talk, walk and talk." The bitch began to walk, waiting for the boy to follow. She flicked her hips with each step, the woman was truly stunning and flaunted it. But, maybe she should take advantage of the poor little boys of her pack? The woman shrugged within her mind. "You are.. Crufixalala right? Something along those lines?" WORDS HERE