The steady rise and fall of her chest as she merely breathes in the silence the crags give her. It is almost numbing, for life existed even in these still moments. This she knows, this is what she had grown use to. That is until a scent stirs in the wind and like a feral hound she eagerly lifts her head and greedily takes a draw of the air as a thick male scent chokes her lungs. He is near and that is enough to cause her skin to crawl, males were fickle creatures - ones she knew hardly of besides the ones she had ended before. She learns from them, the victims beneath her. And time will tell if the one that quickly comes will be yet another to be consumed.
Foreign words. Ears twist and turn yet eyes do not catch sight of him just yet, vision blurred and snared as darkness over takes her most valued sense. Roughly does she thrash her head, attempting to knock the color and sight back into her eyes as she catches more words from the male she cannot see but feels. Though one sense is lacking the others seem to rise up to account for the flawed, as ears hear him, nose smells him, and her body shifts slightly so that she knows he is before her. A dominating sneer on her lips as a rumble rolls like thunder. As her head stills and she wearily blinks, adjusting her eyes so that hopefully she can see again.
There he is, a little he that he is. Blood eyes scavenge his corpse as if she is a vulture taking stock of a fresh kill. Blinking at his smaller stature as she holds her tongue. Tail rises slightly, a need to reveal her dominant stance a must. To prove to the little one she would not hesitate to act on. As harsh and cold words flow.
"Вы маленький..." Her head cocks to the side as she steps closer, muzzle boldly reaching out as she seems to judge him based on his size. Though her intrusion is brief she knows what she must, as a sneer twists her cruel features even more so. Tongue clicking in distaste. As she moves past him, her bulk brushing against him as she spits harshly.
"Приходите!" As teeth aim to tug at the hairs on the tip of his tail, enforcing her demand as she never looks back to see if he follows.
the russian serpent among wolves
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FEMALE - NINE - MATE: NONE - IMPRINT: NONE - LONER -
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