All your dirty secrets preserved in formeldehyde ,

From the cradle to the grave, now no one will be saved!

As she nodded her head to the boys, inviting them in, she catches glimpse of the stranger with the odd eyes. He is dark, this one, and it shows well on his expression. Jaidah has just taken the boys in as her own, making them hers to protect, hers to keep. White hackles raise despite the movement of the fine muscles would do to the ever burning wound of her side, it bled freely still, though the flow was beginning to slow. Her white ears cup forward as she senses the intentions of one with that flame in his eyes. Staying her paws, she watches him, judges his intentions based upon action, opposing and willing to protect two boy pups that happened to pull the mother out in her. She raises not an ivory curtain to reveal the knives beneath, her lips quivering in the wanting to show teeth, though wisely, the male backs off. It would have been easy for him to try and grab one, but the battle he would have received for the boy's life is not one he would want. She may be small, but she did just topple a giantess queen from her throne.

Her fluffy, plush hackles lower, making her look more like the sleek creature she is. His body moves into the shadows to sit, but this is not something Jaidah finds satisfactory as saying what he intends. Boldly she moves to him, no fear upon that porcelain mask, eyes piercing in the moonlight as bright jade stares into the abyssmal pits of the male. Look away. She wills him, standing a respectful foot away from him. What was he testing? "Your name." Her seemingly sweet tones demand of the grey and silver male, eyes boring into his as she sniffs at him, prodding him for that illness that had struck so many. She would have none of that here, if it had lasting effects, the wolves struck by border patrol would strike without question...when she had a border patrol. Instead, it is up to Jaidah to prod the man who sits in shadows.

Reaver is not forgotten in this moment, but he will not be the first to bring blood should the stranger react badly to her. Her tail stands in the air proudly as she keeps herself on the border of the stranger's personal space. "Do you seek a home to keep your dark soul safe?" Her eyes flash with a tell-tale aggression, her heart hammering in her chest demanding he challenge her right to this place. The other had, the cinnamon lady that had ruled with a gentle heart. She would tell him the rest later, after her stiff-legged dance with this beast. She backs, only slightly, and turns to walk around him a suddenly bright giggle escaping her, making her seem innocent almost. She paws at him, goading him to respond, teasing the monster before her.

Dashing in suddenly, Jaidah touches her front paws on his shoulder and wheels around. Her hind end tucks, and she wheels again a few paces off. She won! She has her possibility now! She can make the plains a haven for all the beasts, and have them fill the knolls and hills with their morbid cries and bays. Joy ran deep, and though the stranger had yet to respond, she could not contain it any longer. Should he give chase, Jaidah will only turn and snap her fangs the pinwheel around in midstride and dash away. Never mind the deep pain in her side, she had endured worse than this in her passions with Reaver. The throb made her soar to a new high, and she wished to celebrate it. She was young, after all, and comes into power after tasting her opponent, it was the best of highs.

mistress, five, 35in/150lbs, no one held down, no one captivated,
created widow & gehenna (x Reaver),
Night Mother of Asteraia
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