She was such a creep.

It was in the dark crevices of a rocky terrain that the crazed girl resided, mismatched eyes breaking through the shadows to land upon the thick frame of a male that dwells nearby. How relaxed she is, perfectly content with watching him like she would watch a deer before a hunt or maybe watch the clouds on a cool day. Her tail curls around her, flicking much like a feline’s would.

“why are you just staring at him?” a snarl rips from her, ears flattening as that snake like voice finds its way to the surface. Pretty was agitated, impatient with the lack of urgency that gemini showed. She was in no hurry to find her sperm donor, but pretty was. ‘you’re a buzzkill, look at his body.” an eyeroll follows the soprano lyrics as pretty dives deep into the twisted consciousness that made up the twins. She would come out and play soon enough.

The male lowers himself to the flat stone, resting head on paws and gemini does the opposite, rising from her seated position and shaking off the dust that had settled upon her. She moves through the stones, almost dancing upon the rocks, paws landing surely and quietly upon the stubby floor. She pauses behind him, hoping desperately that he doesn’t hear or see her but no doubt he does, any skilled wolf would. Still, she would try.

“boo!” her sopranos explode from her lips, light front paws lifting in the air and slamming on the stone near him before she dances away in a hop and a bounce. She faces him, front lowered to the earth, butt in the air as tail wags. How goofy and silly she must seem, at her age, acting the way she did.

“i hate you.” pretty hissed quietly, praying that the male would end their life so she can be done with this torture.

“her
“it”