Svara walked with calculating steps, listening now that her heat had been saticfied. She would have a few days to herself. A clear mind before she needed to do it all over again. The leather collar hung around her neck again, even after two people had tried to take it from her already. It was all bull shit. They didn't understand what it was to her, and she had no intentions of telling them shit. They didn't want to know anyways, so it was no skin off her hide.
She smelt him, even when she couldn't see him. Her vision was bad in one eye, the other one having healed enough for her to be able to see prefectly. Her long legs stopped there movement and she sat down. Her shortened tail curled around her hind leg and Svara let a devious grin drift over her lips. Male or Female, she was free from the heat for today. So she could be herself, no guard. It felt so good to be able to act as she always had.
"You must be a fucking coward to hide from a girl. Or are my scars so intimidating you an intruder?" Her husky voice was dripping with entertainment. Svara was hoping for some form of fun, maybe a fight, rape, mayhem it all made her heart hammer and her body ridged with excitment. There was nothing better then trouble, nothing better then the unexpected. She loved to run head long into shit, it meant the surprise was all the more tempting at the end.
Shifting she stood on long legs and a lean body that spoke of her past. Long blood red hair fell down her back almost to her ass in straight lengths. Her yellow eyes stood out against her blood coat, maybe it was what made them so much brighter. Of course there were the scars, lines of them, crissing and crossing over her body. The word whore was burnt into her skin, and bitch carved into her upper shoulder. They were her trophies.