Imperfection IP: 188.50.30.82 Posted on January 18, 2013 at 05:23:11 PM by Dash
A satin-black femme was laying on the sand, looking asleep. But in fact, the stunning wolf was wide awake and alert, cautious of all these wolves here. Her eyelids suddenly fluttered open, revealing harsh, icy blue eyes. The fae's eyes seemed that way, and she was usually wary towards strangers. But with her trusted friends, she was quite a nice lupine. Then again, her friends were dead- killed by her. The reason? No one knew but her.
Her chest heaved in a bored sigh. Why was she here? Satin liked to think of herself as an independent wolf, one that could take care of herself in any situations. But deep down, she knew even the coldest of wolves needed a friend at one point in their lives. That point had long since passed for here.
Shrewd and calculating blue orbs swept across the area, and again she sighed. What fools, the lupine snorted, although she was here among them. For what? A mate? A lover? Sweetheart? Bah, Satin didn't need anybody. . . Or so she thought.
He had a mate once, but that bastard went off with another fae one night. Yes, she did track them down. And she ripped apart the other female in front of his horrified eyes. Then he followed, and Satin had made it as long and painful as possible. Replies:
