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Posted on March 24, 2015 at 11:50:02 PM by JAIDAH
All your dirty secrets preserved in formeldehyde ,
From the cradle to the grave, now no one will be saved!
The howl does not go unnoticed that they boy made, and Jaidah could not help the wave of her tail as things seemed to be coming together. The old pack had not yet shown itself, and Jaidah supposed that they would not. They had been under the giant's rule, and she must have been loved. Jaidah wishes the same loyalty, though she does not require love. Love makes a wolf weak in the mind. Was she in love with Reaver? She had never felt a pull like this to another wolf, but it was not truly love she supposed. More a matter of convenience and strength in the line she wished to create. Jaidah hoped for more mouths to feed this season, and she was looking forward to a prosperous reign. Even if a challenger should come to her gate, she will be ready.
Already the wound began to itch on her side, the scab an ugly thing, but it was at least healing. Thankfully, near constant cleaning had kept away any infection, though it had been awfully painful. Rhae had certainly made a mess of things, and the white demon who ruled the sea of grass would make sure no one else would take what was hers. She was a darkly possessive beast.
Her long legs eat open ground in her loping motion, the wound at her side protesting every movement. It was not long until she found the wolf of bronze, and watched him for a moment. She slowed her pace, coming to stop before him, her intense gaze set upon his frame. "Greetings wolf, I heard your call. Any particular reason for it?" Her tones are innocent, though stern, asking only this question and offering nothing by way of body language. Surely her wounds would give her away as the queen, no other wore them at this moment. If they did not, well it was more conversation for her.
Already the wound began to itch on her side, the scab an ugly thing, but it was at least healing. Thankfully, near constant cleaning had kept away any infection, though it had been awfully painful. Rhae had certainly made a mess of things, and the white demon who ruled the sea of grass would make sure no one else would take what was hers. She was a darkly possessive beast.
Her long legs eat open ground in her loping motion, the wound at her side protesting every movement. It was not long until she found the wolf of bronze, and watched him for a moment. She slowed her pace, coming to stop before him, her intense gaze set upon his frame. "Greetings wolf, I heard your call. Any particular reason for it?" Her tones are innocent, though stern, asking only this question and offering nothing by way of body language. Surely her wounds would give her away as the queen, no other wore them at this moment. If they did not, well it was more conversation for her.
mistress, five, 35in/150lbs, no one held down, no one captivated,
created widow & gehenna (x Reaver),
Night Mother of Asteraia
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created widow & gehenna (x Reaver),
Night Mother of Asteraia
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