A simple way to make a friend.

OOC: I meant camp clearimg. lol.))

as i spot my mate show such ruthless murderous defense, i wrap my cranium towards my stomach knowing i could be pregnant. peeling pack my ebony lips revealing the tips of my murderous pearls, i keep moving slowly behind him to feel more safe, i rub mu cranium along his hips in a seductive affectionate way to try calm him down, before a easing pretty flutter of my eye lashes before twisting my nape back along to the side of my stomach. even i am pregnant i will be worried without my father and mothers approval the pregnancy would be terminated i would keep it a secret hiding the pups development.

as the beast sits next to me i rush my tongue on the brutes cheek, as his scent dances along my tongue, i flutter my eye lashes beautifully blossoming my optics blends of crimsons, i relax my front limbs as they act like a does movements slow and elegant as my fur ripples beautifully along all of my frame, i bellow a thunderous irritated snarl, as my perfection needs are challenged bye mother natures wind. i twist round my cranium lapping my tongue along my limbs and any part that i get reach putting every mix of golden obsidian blends back into its place, along her frame.

The man would strike up a twisted smirk in as the woman got up with sensuality. The ripples across her pelt served to allure him to her, but he knew better than to engage in foolish acts tonight knowing his next generation is already imprimed within her. Rather, he remained standing there firmly, and appraised her coolly with distant, rhodochrosite eyes, noting with sharp clarity her size beneath her pelt as the wind caressed it and revealed the plump flesh within. As she took a step towards him and lick his cheek, so would he then command his muscles to move forward to meet her feminine, vulnerable poise, but it was that of the masculine warrior, moving forward with a firm solidarity that bespoke of his strength and confidence in himself which would be favoured upon. He would stop close to her and as she put down a paw in wait of reply, the suave king would speak firmly, and genuinely. He had nothing to hide, of course, unless she were a daughter of the day which was not what she appeared to be like. "Tell me, where are you comeing from and where are your parents." Rhodochrosite hues seem to burn through her very soul as he stood there genially with tail flicking behind him mechanically. He leaned his cranium forwards allowing his tongue to move sensualy from the top of her muzzle down her snout, imprimating his slow kisses upon her visage.

Venom seeped through the sinner's veins as the bloodtained blood of Electro eacher his earlober, hearing it a sinister smirk danced upon his figure. Thick, confident strides would carry the powerful behemoth forward easily as he bathed into the sweet lavander aroma his beloved sphinx emited so easily, as a alluring parfume. Moving past the reeds and muddy areas caused the man's pelt to be splashed with dirt but it did not stop him from quickly approaching the pale figure of his woman, his possesion, his new toy who is bareing his next generations. Instinctively, he would move over to Voeu and ahead of her, taking his place as the dominator as he always did. Almost gently, the gladiator rested his cranium above the femme's head for a brief, tender moment before he turned his sights onto the cleaing.

She bares her large fangs at the rogue male, but moves away from the princess as she is courted by the male. The giantess pads away a distance, and sits down to keep her eyes on the Princess in case she needs her help. Her eerie sky coloured orbs glow from her place in the shadows, and her dark pelt blends perfectly with the shadows. Not a single word escapes her elegant dark silver maw, her tongue never makes an appearance to form the words she wants to speak, never to allow her uttering a sound in her foreign accent. Her ebony paws are covered neatly as her bushy tail folds over them, the line that trails from her nose to her black tipped tail visible. Her shadowy, pointed ears are shoved forward to capture the sounds of their conversation. She waits, watching like a statue. A sentry.