I watch and listen as the meeting continues to grow. Queens' son arrives to the gathering, placing himself close to the white female I noticed earlier. There's definitely something there but none of my concern. Sniffing softly, I turn my attention to the arrival of three pups, two of which are from Queens' newest brood. They seem to be starting off well, bringing other pups into the fold but this one doesn't seem too keen on being here. A young prisoner perhaps? How adequate. My lips tug toward a small smirk but my attention wanders as the female next to me starts talking, accusing me of not trying to keep her away before her sultry hip finds mine. My body ripples with pleasure at the contact since it's been so long since I've been touched in any other way but combat. My breath hitches as pain from my back leg ripples through me as well but I push the pain away, wanting to concentrate more on the pleasure. My eyes watch her hungrily.
Perhaps you'll let me in on your tactics some time.
My voice is a husky promise to get some alone time with her soon. You can't ignite the fire and don't expect to put out the flames you caused. What would Smokey the bear think of that? I notice her eyes grazing my scarred cheek but I don't try to hide it. My scars are my pride and joy. Each one is usually a new carcass to feed the vultures with. I think Keilani managed to scrape by with her life but she won't be forgetting that major head ache any time soon. Next thing I know, Carnival's muzzle is at my ear, her poisonous voice making itself known. My lips pull back to show a sliver of fang, my hackles bristling with excitement at this new game as I turn my head a fraction to the side, just enough to leave my teeth tantalizingly close to her face and other vitals.
If you're a bad girl, I just might let you know.
My eyes glint with mischief, eager to see what this girl can do. She has so much potential, potential that I want to steal all for myself. She's a silent observer just as I am, watching everything with disinterest but I note the slight gleam when she sees Nikandros and his "toy." I find nothing too interesting about it but they say that every female has a romantic bone in her body. I'd like to see more of what Carnival has to offer. Arcadian talks of a hunt and my body ripples with excitement even though I know it'll be hard for me to take part with my leg. Damn Keilani. Maybe I'll just go finish her off while the others are gone. Sounds fun.
