OOC: Sorry for the wait >.<'' And also about the date, we can push it back to the 21st, the other thread I was on tended to be differently ended. Sorry for the switchup date.
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Esmeralda had been travelling from Anathema for some time now. She didn't need them, all she did need was her Daisuke. Her golden serpent, her slithering, eastern dragon man. There was something about Daisuke that Esmeralda could not put her finger on, his words were like a serpent's tongue, and there was something about him that made Esmeralda not slaughter him at first sight. She didn't know why she was reminded of a dragon every time she saw him. The girl walked though the dampwoods today, long changed from the party dress that she had on when she left Anathema, her chain with her golden serpent man attached to the end of it. He followed her obediently and he huffed lightly about the stuff the he was having to carry because of the lack of the woman taking the time to get an actual horse. The large male was slightly tired because of the constant walking around and carrying of the entire life of the princess on his back. He was lucky that she didn't have him carrying her as well. The only thing she had on her was a small back pack, a fanny pack, some shorts, and a bikini top. Her fanny pack held her knives, all five of them, even the one that Gunnar stole and later discarded when she had chased him from the pack. She got rid of one trash so that another piece of trash would be promoted to the rank that she deserved. Poor delusional child she was.
The child and her slave walked through the forest, wandering really, trying to find a new home really, and so far they had run into no other packs. Her pelt had been washed of Anathema smell so they did not smell like anything but regular wolves. Soon, the girl would smell the smell of another wolf around the area. It'd been some time since she had run into another wolf that was not Daisuke, so she wondered slightly who was wandering around here like she and her slave. Maybe she could let some of this steam off. Truth was, she couldn't really ever get over her mother's stupid actions. Not only had she not gotten pregnant with someone else's seed (not her father's) but she had also promoted that fucking idiot Alaki. It made her head hot and her she wanted to cut something all the time.
The smell of blood touched her nose and she moved forward, letting go of Daisuke's leash and she looked at the being whom would be laying there, eating a squirrel in their lupus form. The girl had suddenly felt hungry at the sight and smell of food. You should give that to me, now. the crowned girl spoke to the lowly gray flecked canine, her tone firm, and demanding.
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