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Enocra Woodland
Pine, spruce and firs alike...
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Beside her dear old friend, Seline had not much interaction at all with the wolves of Moladion. They were all to tame, too mundane and boring for her. There had yet to be another creature to catch her venom gaze, and the Satanican Queen found herself slowly boring of the land. That was, until, she heard a call ring out for a particular set of others. She was not included, as she was not known- but he was. And that was more than enough invitation for her.
On lithe, graceful and oh so appealing legs, the blood and snow Queen is weaving her way through the forest, very much on the trail of her comrade and wherever it was he might be headed. Perhaps he was going to the thing that had him so messed up, whatever it might be, and she could gladly tear the culprits’ throat out. Only, when she arrived upon the scene, she was intrigued to find more than just her possession present. There were three other wolves beside her own- a female, a male, and.. something else entirely. The last being seemed to in fact appear male, though there was something feminine about them; with the way they looked upon the almost perfectly ivory wolf who seemed to be the one who had called to them all- well, it was apparent the exact sex wasn’t important in the slightest. Leave it to her Eric to bring her to something interesting, and speaking of which- bright, intense venom eyes hone in on his pristine fourm and she is quick to close the distance.Sliding up alongside him, their fur mixes together, and she watches him silently as she greets him, sliding her muzzle along his own. Any other looking in would assume lover, but it wasn’t exactly a priority to Seline what these wolves thought. She would always have, and would always take what was so rightfully hers. Turning to each wolf after she was satisfied and comfortable beside Eric, the blood and snow wolf was keen in her observations. She made eye contact with each one of them, calculating, learning, observing- until finally her gaze fell upon that of the white female. She was truly a specimen to behold, and had she been male with the proper parts to make it so, Seline would have undoubtedly considered her as she had always considered Eric. But alas, she had the wrong organs between her legs- but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be pleasant company. Regardless of that black stain upon her features. And those eyes- those intense, hot pink irises that just seemed to burn right through you. Yes, Eric always did have the best tastes in things. Tilting her crimson and alabaster skull to the right, her voice is sweet and sultry as it comes forth, full of confidence and nothing even close to weak. “Well hello there, my strange lovely. And just who might you be to have ensnared such a monster as this, mmmn?”
At her words, Seline gestured to the male just beside herself, Eric, and then graced him with an ever pleasant signature smirk. She was not sure who knew what about him, but she figured this was something most others did not know. And oh did she enjoy the game of tease.
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