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JUNE 8
Jun 10, 2015 15:48:53 GMT
Post by Smug on Jun 10, 2015 15:48:53 GMT
SHROOMZ
Monro sought out the mushrooms At Vadimir's request causing woman to wonder what exactly made them so important, alas doll still found them anyways. A low grumble escaped chest as she nosed around the bulbs picking up a few at a time and stowing them in a makeshift thatch that they could be dragged home in, after awhile and many of the mushrooms had been pocketed away Mon found herself stumbling over roots with wide eyes. Giving a dazed shake nostrils flared out as jaws wrapped around the end of the twig thatch, the world around her became warped and cartoony; and movements were sluggish. Harks flicked madly as even the sounds that normally surrounded her became screaming echos as body pulled further towards its destination, not even realizing that she had walked the same path times before. Low whines escaped the fem as worry flooded her mind.
Smug had been getting her exercise in, tired of lounging around and waiting to heal. Not like she had ever been given the time to heal properly before, so why start now? For the past few days she had taken up her old habit of nightly patrols to clear her mind and check on the territory. Muscles had a nice burn to them that made her feel good inside. AND she was done smelling like a freak since her cycle had ended, a few wisps and hints of it only caught briefly now. FINALLY. Now the males could just take a fucking chill pill and they could get on with their lives. It seemed her time with Vad had spurred no pregnancy, so that was even better! Smug was momentarily distracted by thoughts of Vad as the craving stirred within her once more, like a bear waking from hibernation. Shortest hibernation ever anyways.... but she shook the feelings away. Nothing good could come out of that... maybe. ANYWAYS. The woman found herself in quite high spirits given all the silver linings she had compared to the past while. If only Drak would return, then things really would be good. A touch of anxiety fluttered through her chest, but like the previous thoughts, she pushed them away. Nothing was going to take away the vibe she had going on. Paws brought her closer to the courtyard only to catch fresh scents of Monro on the winds. Maybe she should say hello? They hadn't talked since Zod had left her with the scabbing gashes on the sides of her face. Frame turned and she set off to find the other woman. "Hey Mon," she called out in greeting, by the pond, while olive eyes finally found their target.
Cinnema had taken once again to wandering around the territory this morning, and afterward taken a little swim. Aaah, that was so great. Did wonders for her, getting a good stretch and soaking her wounds all at the same time. Then back home for a nap, which turned into a far longer rest than she'd intended. Ears pricked and she woke as the sky was starting to get dark, spotting Smug wandering off not too far a ways. Hm, wonder what was going on? Till, she was awake enough to remember why she was trying NOT to rest too much. Sigh. Pushed herself up into a sit from her curled lying position, and she'd give a few licks to her chest while ears pricked to hear whatever was going on.
Vadimir had chosen to climb to the highest point of the den. Doing so took effort, but he wasn't about to lose that killer physique cuz he was too busy trying to let himself get repaired! Once reaching the throat of the world, Vadimir would sit and go about the task of grooming and cleaning his wounds. Eating dead skin, picking off ticks and other infestations, rupturing any possible abscesses and cleaning them out so as to lessen the chance of infection. As far as canines went, Vad was fairly good at knowing the body. Given his and Drak's upbringing, kinda necessary! But in all respects, he was the closest thing to a natural world physician as you were ever likely to find. He stayed on the top for hours, resting until the aches dulled, and then he'd repeat the process. Much less strenuous than his usual workout, but he knew. Small steps lead to grand leaps. Vadimir heard a commotion down below, and when he descended the stone steps to ground level, he'd find Cinn likewise grooming, and Smug and Mon... oh. "About time." He sneered, grumpy face switch flicked ON. She'd said it'd only take a few hours or so, so what had been the hold up?! But as he neared, it became quickly apparent. "Oh," Was all Vad could manage, anger gone nigh instantly to be replaced with sheepish surprise. Well... hadn't seen that comin'. When he probably should have! "Let'z get her into ze den, before she hurtz herzelf." And with that he'd slowly approach, eyeing the mushrooms. So close, and yet so far. "Mon, vhy don't ve go inzide ze den, hmm? It'z nice und cool." Remembering his own delirium, Vadimir was fairly confident that if they were to coerce her as they wished. They'd have to be VERY delicate in their approach.
Monro snapped in and out her hallucinogen filled day dream as many heads seemed to appeared to dote friends body, causing slight snarl to escape her as lips curled upwards as features blurred in and out. Releasing the thatch from her hold brow furrowed upwards at the other woman "Now you have time to be polite" snapping lightly as her daze fueled the growing fire "I will not be so easily swayed." Snorting lightly switching gears and shooting a glance at Vadimir as he made his decent masking a murr with an upturned lip, no reason to let him know she was happy to see him or to be home; jaws latched to her little basket of goodies before allowing another snort which was directed at Smug. As he drew closer woman felt the sense of urgency to present the King with his gift, granting Smug a scowl before pushing past her "Pardon me, Vadimir awaits." Fumbling from side to side barely missing the tress and stumbling over pebbles, woman made it pretty far except one final obstacle. The water.
Smug noticed something was off the moment Monro looked at her. Well then... Her own lip curled to reveal an incisor in return. She had plenty of retorts leap to the forefront of her mind and muscles tensed as they wanted to leap forward and pin the other woman. Bitch... She would not put up with any of that shit today. Not when she was trying to be in a good mood. Instead, the scarred woman let go of the breath she held in a puff and forced her muscles to uncoil. This was NOT the time for a fight. Find your happy place, find your happy place... Then they had an audience. Well great! Mask dropped over face to conceal the irritation there and neutrality commandeered her visage. Vad's voice cut through the air as he commanded them to get her in the den before turning into a soothing tone. What the hell was up with that? Vad... soothing? Pffft. Why oh why did Smug have to come back this way and not like... the other side of the territory. A sigh was repressed while she braced herself and emotionless gaze turned towards the two. They alighted on Cinn first and the woman dipped her head in greeting before finally resting on Vad. Noises coming from Mon had the brawler turning her attention back to the druggie just as Mon approached and knocked into her. OH FUCK THAT. Snarl ripped through the woman's chest and before the woman could pull away, jaws parted and teeth went to lock onto her scruff then jerked to pull her to the ground. So much for delicacy....
Cinnema continued grooming until the appearance of the Tsar in residence caused her to pause, green eyes following him as he made his way over to the ladies who weren't too far off. Ears pricked in curiosity as to what he was so interested in to go over there, and with light steps she followed after him, shaking off sleep but face carefully blank. She didn't hardly know these two, it wasn't at all safe for her to be showing emotion around them. Noope. Quite easily she caught on that something wasn't right here.. Mon was acting silly, and it was a familiar kind of silly that she'd seen before. Vad had been all loopy like that, for reasons she still hadn't found out, but.. Why was she bringing mushrooms back? Ears flicked to the marshmallow's careful coaxing, squinting a moment before she figured. Yeah, probably the best thing to do?? A slight nod, and she'd take a few steps toward him perhaps to ask what was up-- except for the fight that appeared to be breaking out. Aw heck naw. Cinnema raised her tail up above her spine, ears pressed forward and lip quickly curling to allow for a low growl to ring out. "Not helping," she barked, taking steps forward with intent to grasp Smug's scruff. Not roughly or with intent to do anything, though she was willing to. But firmly as a reminder. "She's ill. Deal with it later," would be muffled through fur if she were allowed to get a hold, standing uncompromisingly. YOU WANNA GO BITCH??
Vadimir groaned and mentally facepalmed. He just wanted his damn lucky charms! How hard was that? Why was Mon treating Smug all coarse suddenly? Weren't they like... friends or something?? He didn't fuckin' know. He didn't sit around watching other people bond. "Uhm, Zank you, Mon." He began slowly, far more invested in seeing her into the den. The sooner she was out of trouble, the sooner he could get high and just chill out for a while. But before they got much farther, Smug seemed to take more offense than Vad had first expected her to. She'd thus far given him a rather lax, devil-may-care vibe. So this sudden spurr of anger caught him totally off guard, and he'd jump back an inch with a high pitched growl like DAFUQ?? "Smug!" He snarled in warning, coming up to Mon's opposite side. "Let her go. Votever petty shit you both have goink on, you can--" Words halted as Cinn came in on the mix. Vad would use this opportunity to latch onto Mon's scruff, his hold as gentle as possible to not incite rebellion. He remembered vividly his imaginings while intoxicated, and... well. Last thing he wanted was to get mistaken for something else. "She muzt have gotten zome shroom." He said through her pelt, had he managed to grab hold of her. Hopefully Smug would have released by now, but if she was half as stubborn as he... he doubted she'd be persuaded so quickly. I JUST WANT MY DANG SHROOMS MAN. D8
Monro let a groan of pleasure ripple across bodice lips curling upwards allowing jaws to part releasing the bushel, swinging crown round as orbs flickered passionately. Oh yes bout time. Snapping at the woman's exposed nape as loins began to burn, leg even swatted upwards at her face as she murred fervently. Body stumbled as the others threw their weight into her, causing pads to slide before pushing upwards again hoping to wrap fumbling limbs around the others nape. Alas the royals decided to intervene catching her off guard, another lust-filled growl escaped the woman sneering lightly as Vad latched onto her. Attention was pulled away from Smug along with bodice, limbs staggered back as weight collapsed inward "Look at all the colors.." she said now blinking slowly.
Smug was caught off guard when Mon turned into a wiggling mass of lust. Well shit... She felt her own body beginning to react and a quiet groan / growl escaped her maw. It was short-lived as Vad and Cinn took action. Her eyes caught their intended actions of separating the two and low-pitched growl emitted from her maw. She relinquished her hold before Cinn went to grab her and pull her off, thoughts once again fluttering back to the fact that they did not need a fight to break out now. Cinn's wounds weren't ideal and the woman would have snapped out at anyone at that moment, same with the Tsar. Alright alright, no need to force me, I'm going. Paws brought her dancing away from their reach while eyes flashed with heat. An irritated curl of the lip was given as tongue swiped over maw to catch the saliva clinging there. Y'all sure know how to ruin a good time. "She wanted me," she said through a scowl before giving them all a once over then backing away. She halted in shin-deep water then began to pace back and forth as urges roared within her. She kept her head low and eyes trained on the three in case any of them moved after her.
Cinnema managed to pause as events seemed to turn away from a fight, jaws yet outstretched but not quite grasping Smug's scruff. See? Not so hard. The moans reached her ears and she had half a mind to leave right then and there to let them have at it! Eugh. Gaze flicked to Vad before she rolled her eyes, taking steps back and turning toward the den with a flick of her tail. WEIRDOS. She didn't want to deal with this right now.. Even forsaking the shrooms, she ventured off around the side of the den. No nope fup you guys.
Vadimir stared at Mon as she... oh god. "I JUZT VANTED SHROOMZ!!" He bellowed, eyeing Smug with an almost fearful aspect. Oh no no no. HELL NO. Why were they both horny!? He still didn't have his body in tip top shape. He didn't have the endurance for this shit! Much less for both of them. And Smug... Smug was dangerous. Smug gave him weird tinglies in his bellyguts. And weird tinglies was not what he was after. He was after the high and feel goods and give-no-fucks. "Listen, Smug. I vanted to talk to you und Cinn." This was random, he knew it was. But he needed a distraction! "Cinn izn't here, zo I'll zay it later. Und Mon... pleaze... juzt. Stay in ze vater until you can think clearly again." All this for shrooms... was it worth it??
Monro was enraged and slightly turned on by the whole situation, even when sober Smug had an air about her that she had a hard time ignoring; and these two weren't about to change that. Light curses escaped her along with bellowed growls "Not now Vad" she commanded pulling away from his grasp caring little about the damage it might cause. Peeling off after the woman harks flicking back as words hit drums "I always have" she asked stumbling over herself. This was worse then when her tail was taken off, nearing the water eyeing it with care before shooting a glance back at Smug "So why wouldn't I now." Vad was ignored for the moment however with the subject of feelings floating about "Actually that goes for you too, I can't seem to decide.."
Smug had halted in her pacing and caught Vad's odd gaze as he looked at her, suspicion growing. WHAT? Her own eyes narrowed at him before a smirk was added to the curled lip. Oh don't tell me... He was thinking about that time too, huh? For some reason this caused her gut to clench deliciously and heated gaze to spike. Stupid feelings. She had no idea if it ran deeper than lust or what deeper even was to be honest, for either of them. She needed, needed, her release. Attention was drawn back to Monro and head lowered while visage turned into a seductive one of carnal desire, like she was starving and Monro would be her feast. Tongue poked out to swipe along lips while slowly she moved closer to the other woman. The waters became shallow enough to reach only her ankles and then toes until she was almost maw to maw with the cream woman. Smug would focus on what she COULD have since she was certain Vad wouldn't want her, despite those tingly feelings. Heated gaze shifted to him a moment more with a wink before locking back onto Monro's face. She didn't care if she was taking advantage of the female while in her currently doped state, and the full extent of Mon's words didn't actually reach her. She was indeed oblivious to such things... Eyedot would lift in curious amusement as Monro suggested wanting Vad too. Well that could be interestingly fun... She turned that curious questioning gaze on him if he was still there before moving around to circle the creamy female. Lustful growl would begin emanating from her throat as she ran her nose along Monro's side and upon reaching her hip, swinging rear end around to stand beside and slightly behind the beautiful woman.
Vadimir, had he been human. Would be sitting, face in hands, and asking fervently if this was indeed real life. It felt just that wonky. Weren't the shrooms supposed to cause this sort of wacked out trippy delusions that he was currently witnessing? Or had his life really become just that insane. Smug's seductive actions had Vad on high alert, body tensed as he tried to... get his act together. It was like she could see right through him. And considering how frazzled he was, that likely wasn't too far from the truth. Mon's dialogue, coupled with her advancement toward Smug, had breath hissing out between his teeth. Which would turn out to have been far too impulsive, cause when Mon dropped the bomb, he had no air in his lungs to actually form the exclamation that swiftly followed. Coughing and shaking large, muscular head, Vadimir took a step forward, fangs bared... but for what reason, he really couldn't say. Or at least, he didn't intend to. "Mon, you're not thinkink clearly." He rasped, taking a snap at her flank. When Smug moved to position herself behind the impaired woman, Vad growled, body and fur rising as he stalked closer to the dusty hued female. Why did this have to happen during his weakest moment? Why couldn't this have occurred when all was right with the world and he could assure himself that any and all physical actions would be just that, physical. Eyes would radiate seething impatience, whereas body would be frighteningly quiet and predatory in motion, sizing up both women as they continue to allow their passion to get the better of them. GAWD. DAMN. FEELS!!!
Monro wasn't fazed by Smug's approach no she anticipated every move, loins burned allowing the other woman to circle her "You're both oblivious" she said with a huff. Body twisted so that she could face her tongue rolled against daggers, allowing brows to quirk orbs rolling towards Vad watching his expressions "My mind has never been so clear." Jaws clacked juttering them allowing a hiss to escape her when the brute assumed that she was unaware of her own words, sure there might have been four of them bouncing around in bright rainbows colors. One, two, three..one two three.
Smug definitely took notice of Vad's odd reactions, though she continued to act as if ignoring him and sights only for Monro while she stalked towards her. She secretly hoped this would boil his blood further... oh what a shedevil she was. Finally attention was diverted to him with a heated gaze flickering with white hot desire as he coughed, bared his fangs, and tried to reason the girls out of their mood. If he didn't like it, why didn't he just leave hmm? Tongue poked out to swipe along maw while she stared at him, watching as he nipped at Monro. Damn... she wanted to be nipped... An odd feeling flushed her when the pale bastard's attentions were given to Monro. Earthen-toned woman knew not what the feeling was, but it was similar to irritation and... lust? combined. Well what now you stupid feelings?! She continued her approach and went to position herself at Monro's flank, bringing her within close proximity to both. Disappointment touched Smug when the creamy woman turned to face them instead of baring her ass. Sigh... It was then that the Tsar's wicked growl reached her and zinged her body as if electricity coursed through her veins. Ohhh my... The woman had forgotten what a little aggression did for her. Pupils dilated while gaze shifted to the male, maw slightly parted in a yearning for release. Someone was gonna have to give it to her... Who knew, maybe both.  OH HOT DAMN YES. She hated that her emotions and desires were ruling her body, but she. just. couldn't. help. it. SIGH.
Vadimir's neck rose archly, remaining in its stiff yet elegant position while he opened and closed his maw, as if testing the responsiveness of his own oral anatomy. Gaze was perspicacious, aiming to appear aloof, though the level of fire burning within gave away any tightly reigned secrets. He was pissed. Pissed that he wasn't in absolute control. Over himself, over them, over the situation as a whole. He felt like the best option was to just walk away. That way, at least. He could say he didn't allow himself to be swayed by whimsy, that he was still in some respect exerting mastery over his domain. But it brought a sour taste to his mouth. Walking away also registered as admitting defeat. And Vad would rather be spiraling in a vortex of doom, than willingly allow himself to be struck down by perceived greater forces. So, he handled it in the only fashion he knew how. The moment Smug was occupied with Monro's new placement face to face. Vadimir surged forward with every ounce of speed to bolt over the very short distance left between him and the ladies. Even before connection was made, he knew this would likely not end well. Or, not end in a fashion he'd be overly fond of. If shoulder managed to collide with either Smug's shoulder or lower neck, he'd twist with jaws aimed for her scruff. If both attempts landed he would aim to see her to the ground, holding her firmly in place. Injuries flared, but he was too hot and bothered to notice. "You," He growled out, voice becoming an avalanche of guttural ardor as he glowered in Monro's direction. "If you vont it, come get it." If they wanted it so bad... why not they just take it out on each other? Mon could have Smug's front, and he could have the back. And Smug? Well... he could only assume she'd be getting what she wanted.
Monro grumbled lightly when the other's attention shifted to Vad, might as well make her wait not like it'd keep her from the task at hand; no she saw how the pair looked at each other. Hell she saw the agitation that radiated from her when Vadimir gifted her with wary nips, woman stumbled slightly as he burst past with rage pushing him toward Smug who was quickly pinned. OH fuck all of that, she was hers to claim this day. Snapping at the King's legs tugging back on them before rounding quickly and slipping limbs across her hips hovering over her form snarling lowly. Dancing faces floated about as she dared him to try to ruin their session with his dominance, nope not today motherfucker; you can have the front this is all mine... "Mine!"
Smug. Raging snarl tore through her chest as Vad came barreling towards her. WHAT. THE. FUQ. Instead of lowering stance to brace for the missile, muscles uncoiled legs and front end shot into the air with teeth snapping dangerously. Well this was an exciting turn of events and DAMNED if she would let it go to waste by playing the submissive lil bioch. She felt shoulder collide with her frame and sharp inhale of breath was given as moan hissed out. From her position, he wouldn't get a hold on her scruff, but the force of the impact caused her to tip and thud into the dirt on her side while head whipped up and snapped at whatever part of the brute she could reach. Not to do any serious damage of course, she just wanted to let him know that she was not one to be owned or mastered. Woman felt dirt and rocks grind into the scabbed gashes on her hip and side which caused the wounds to reopen. Hell if she cared! The pain felt so good. Smug had rolled onto her back with limbs kicking out to keep the vultures at bay. "Come and get it, bitches," she said with a wicked grin and a seductively guttural voice. Then Monro was in the mix at Vad's instigation and eyes alighted anew with heat. Hmm... Maybe the Tsar really did like Mon... And Mon, the Tsar? The thoughts brought a bitter taste to tongue but it was short-lived in the action.
Vadimir's shoulder struck its mark, but seeking jaws would miss entirely, landing either on her elbow or forearm. Well, wasn't that just familiar as hell? But nope, nope. Block that memory out, don't have time for that shizz. Vad would be moving to climb atop Smug, her rolling motion combined with his own causing for some pretty comical footwork. He was nearly there when he felt teeth on his leg. Snarl rippled from his chest as he instantly took to a sit, which as one could imagine was pretty awkward, considering where everyone was situated. Had he not managed to capture Mon's head beneath his buttocks, Vad would release to snap at Mon as she attempted to mount Smug, in the same instant said lass lunged for him, grabbing a hold of his upper arm. FACK. Vadimir's body would continue to shuffle to get in position, Smug's candid yet playful remark and Monro's bold claim spurring him further into heedless action. DARN YOU PESKY LADIES. Forelimbs would wrap snugly about Smug's middle, even while head and neck jerked forward in jabbing motions as he snapped at Mon. "You take vot I give you, Und be grateful for it." Vad's voice had gotten so low and bass it threatened to turn into Barry White. A sadistic, Russian Barry White. Good lord no.
Monro lurched head upwards aiming jaws at his nape guttural growls as the taste of fur filled mouth "I take what I want" she proclaimed with muffled speech. Words were tipped with venom even as shroomed daze started to fade with the ripple of tension it all was pretty much the same to her at the moment, god his voice made her quiver causing vulva to ache limbs rattling over Smug as trying to keep whatever dominance over the pair (which wasn't much.) Tight hold remained on the Tsar's scruff causing saliva to seep from jowls, woman shifted forward allowing thighs to envelop the others hips; a jolt of pleasure rocketed upwards as heart fluttered. Ramming against him throwing her weight to the side hoping to toss the Tsar aside pushing limbs around him allowing claws to dig against his waistline "You can have any woman, let me have this!"
Smug felt ivories dance across her foreleg and eyedot raised at the brute that was trying to claim her. It seemed almost as if... the two were fighting over her. Wait... what did that mean? NOPE IT MEANT NOTHING TRALALALA. The snarls and growls from overhead set her blood burning as if she were a can of gasoline and they had just thrown the match in. She forgot to fight for a moment, eyes glazed and losing herself in the emotions coursing through her like ransacking bandits through a village. The weight of the pale brute dropping to a sit on top of her bodice jolted her and the brawl began anew. Her own head shot up as he came down to wrap paws around her yet his head was occupied by Monro, snapping at her, which gave her ample opportunity to snap at his exposed neck and cheek and hopefully draw some blood. Her growl was low and carnal, mixed with a moan. It was all to piss him off, though Monro seemed to be doing a good job of that already. The Tsar's powerfully lethal voice sent shivers down her spine and quiver into her limbs while pupils dilated and maw parted with sharp intake of surprise. Ohhh... It took a moment before the words actually registered with her brain and Monro's reply as well. SERIOUSLY?! "I'm not a fucking toy, you. DON'T. OWN. ME." The brawler snarled, all hints of teasing and lust gone in an instant while fury rippled through her. Teeth snapped at whatever they could find purchase on, this time not caring about the damage, while muscular frame bucked and limbs thrashed to rake claws out. Didn't matter who was on top or closest at this point. If they were going to treat her like that... like some fucking object.... Too angry, and yes actually hurt as well, to even form full thoughts on the matter. Were she able to succeed in clawing and biting and bucking her way free from the two, she would leap to her feet while hurt overtook the furious visage. "Just leave me alone. Get each other off if you want it that bad..." Then she would back away from the duo, all muscles and senses trained on their movements.
Ghastly had been a vacant face at Vechnyy's home. She still wasn't feeling 100% herself... so, fed up and frustrated with the emptiness within her - even after Vadimir, Drakov and Cortes had explained to her what she had known before her 'fall' - she set out with determination to find herself. There was only one place she could remember; those fields of snow. The place she could vividly return to in her memories and, most recently, dreamt of. Thus, a mission was made. She headed north on what could be a week-long expedition. Mountains were met and she climbed. All her muscles burned, paws rubbed raw by jagged rocks, face and body blasted by high winds. Temperature and oxygen levels dropped, but she continued. The ever-white peaks were what she aimed for, and, after days of climbing, a forepaw took its first step onto the frozen blanket. Tired and exhausted, her lungs worked hard to harvest enough oxygen from the sparse mountain air. Her head dropped and she blinked, becoming blind to the current, and instantly being dragged back to her very earliest memories. Puppyhood. Her mother, her father. Him leaving, then her death. Eira. The woman - as pale as the freshest snow - breathed the name with her last drawn breath. Ghastly's breath quickened now, and the smile that spread across her face could not be contained. "Mother," she whispered with an exhaled breath, "Winter," she looked up, into the pale blue sky. There was no cloud in sight. "Eira... my name..." Ghastly threw herself forwards now, leaping and skipping into and over the crunchy blanket of snow, dropping to roll and sitting to shake out her pelt. Mission to find oneself again: success! When finished reveling in the joys of finding lost memories, Eira released a heavy, content sigh and began to make her way back to Vechnyy's land. It took another few days to return, and when she crossed back over their borders, she realized she had been gone for over a week now. Hopefully they would be understanding of the reasons for her expedition... but, before she was to return, she hoped to wrangle herself something - and something to return to the pack with. However, as usual, her summertime hunting abilities let her down once again and she was forced to return empty handed. She had to report in. So, with a howl to announce her arrival - an easily identifiable, high-pitched forlorn sound - she made her way back and quietly moved towards the courtyard and the bodies currently occupying it. One of the white Tsars, and a couple others she wasn't familiar with. They seemed.... busy. So, lowering herself even further than the naturally withdrawn stature she usually wore, head was kept down and tail tucked as she sat herself quietly at the corner of the den's mouth.
Monro was furious with herself for letting her emotions rile her into a possessive trance, pulling away from the Tsar and pushing towards the dusty woman with a whine "Smug don't please, that's not what I meant." Harks flicked towards Vadimir allowing lips curl at him snorting with displeasure allowing a judgmental look like 'look what you did!'. Shuffling towards the other with lust-filled eyes lowering crown as she neared pushing crown against her chest "Please, I meant every word" head cocked upwards allowing tongue to flick against her chin "You may claim me, just as you planed before." Whines escaped the girl as pout fitted across her features "But I guess if you rather not" heavy sigh "I would love a second chance..." LET ME LOVE YOU SMUG
*People had to leave so we all parted ways, equally frustrated and angry D:* |
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OH HOT DAMN YES. She hated that her emotions and desires were ruling her body, but she. just. couldn't. help. it. SIGH.