At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
Shake it like a bad girlup in Harlem! (Harries <3) IP: 24.62.203.164 Posted on April 14, 2014 at 01:26:01 AM by Morgana
The weather was finally beginning to warm up and Morgana knew that spring was the time when many males and females tried to find love. She snorted at the notion. There was no such thing as true love, so why even bother? Others should be used for.... Fun. She herself found them much better that way. Tricking men into thinking they had stolen her heart. HA! As if! No one could do that. She kept up the ruse for a while, then turned back into herself and scared the shit out of whoever she had brought home. Mor threatened them into submission and forced them to follow her every whim. Just for the fun of it, she told some that if they pleased her enough she would let them go. And those morons believed her. They made her very happy, but each one grew boring after a while. In the end, she killed them. But here.... New specimens littered the land and maybe a brute here could please her enough. From what the bitch had seen, the selection was nothing better than it had been before. Still, her molten amber gazers scrutinized each man, trying to find one up to her standards.
The flawless maned beauty found herself at Leisure Lake, staring into a reflection of herself. She saw what her toys saw. A gorgeous creature; perfect in every way. Her russet pelt had no hint of white and the inky blackness on her domes, legs, and tail merged perfectly into it. She was thin, with hips to die for that swayed when she walked and many stared at. The dominatrix's maw was forever in a beckoning smile and her eyes were filled with passion. Much of time, they were half lidded in a sultry stare. She always gave the appearance of vulnerability, as that appealed to many, but she was definitely strong enough to hold her own in a fight. Morgana smirked at her mirror. No wonder they fell at her feet. Now, if only one as worthy as she would come across.....
The temptress stared across the water at the love struck couples, rolling her eyes. She could easily steal those boys away. There was no competition. But, they were no where near the standard of man she was looking for.
A thick cologne drifted into her nares, alerting her of the presence of a male. She would have to see if she would take him on, but for now Mor was about to give her performance. She turned around, spotting the handsome Kalak quickly. A point for him there. This specimen appeared absolutely perfect with chiseled features and a flawless appearance. They were similar. She moved towards him, eyes taking on her seductive stare and easy smile taking over her face. She circled him, pelvis swaying, and as she passed by his face with her rump her tail came up and dragged along his chin, making the movement as slow as she could. Once she came to face him once more, she backed away so she could admire him more closely. Lightly accented lyrics fell from her mouth softly, "My, my. What does a handsome man like you find himself doing here?" she purred. Mor watched him carefully. If she played her cards right, this would be a breeze. Replies:
