The odds are stacked against you...
Glossy chestnut limbs stretched before her, her whitish tan stomach resting upon dead soil, savagely burned by a forest fire. Opening her large jaws in a yawn, she let out a crooked snarl as she stood. Giving her soot covered fur a good grooming, she set off across the darkened earth. Lowering her large head in a scary stalk-ish position, she lumbered to a small stream that happened to be full of life and enthusiasm.
A disgusted snarled leaked from her jaws, as she stepped into the creek to rejuvenate her fur and skin. The chilled liquid sent tingles up her bodice, rinsing debris from her dirtied pelt, bringing her back to her sick and twisted life. Lifting her soaked head, she came out of the water, drying herself in the warming sun. The heat slowly put her in a trans, one whereas she had become oblivious to her surroundings. A glazed stare was set upon the stream as she lay, in a simple state of peace for the first time in her evil existence.
After a while, she came out of her nonexistent world, and caught a glimpse of another fae. Havok's fur stood on end, as a low growl erupted from her narrow chest. She stood, lowering her head in semi-aggression, nearing the female with her gaze locked upon hers. Stopping short of her, she layed down and stretched her paws straight out in front of herself as if saying this was her new area. She only wanted this area to be able to call herself a ruler. What she honestly craved was the attention of the female. She needed a companion to travel with, and commit daring crimes. Giving the she a death glare, she grinned an evil smile.
{Havok} :: {Demoness} :: {Adult} :: {Heartless} :: {Wanderer}
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"Do you hear me?"
Death awaits you, my dear...
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