04-16-2012, 11:00 AM
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Amy had stopped by a stream, deciding to go ahead and take a bath. Stretching she happily moved down, tail swishing behind her. The day was beautiful, and with the new wounds on Raoth's body, Amy was feeling absolutely fabulous. Humming she unbuttoned the light green blouse she'd been wearing, sliding it over her arms and dropping it to the ground. Jeans followed, a quick shimmy allowing her to step out of them. Gloriously naked, out of the confines of the clothing she chose to wear, Amy stepped into the water. Sighing she lifted up her hand, pulling out the elastic that held her hair up, letting it fall around her body.
True, she wasn't nearly as relaxed and vulnerable as she appeared. Her ears were still trained on what was happening behind her, making sure her two slaves weren't fighting, and she still wore the small silver ring containing poison. For the rest, she'd rely on her fangs and claws. She could take them on, prepared this time for it to happen. She had trained, and never again would she be as weak as she had been. Brown eyes closed, the world disappearing from sight, humming happily as her thoughts turned to revenge, and the pain she would wreck on her enemy.
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Amy had stopped by a stream, deciding to go ahead and take a bath. Stretching she happily moved down, tail swishing behind her. The day was beautiful, and with the new wounds on Raoth's body, Amy was feeling absolutely fabulous. Humming she unbuttoned the light green blouse she'd been wearing, sliding it over her arms and dropping it to the ground. Jeans followed, a quick shimmy allowing her to step out of them. Gloriously naked, out of the confines of the clothing she chose to wear, Amy stepped into the water. Sighing she lifted up her hand, pulling out the elastic that held her hair up, letting it fall around her body.
True, she wasn't nearly as relaxed and vulnerable as she appeared. Her ears were still trained on what was happening behind her, making sure her two slaves weren't fighting, and she still wore the small silver ring containing poison. For the rest, she'd rely on her fangs and claws. She could take them on, prepared this time for it to happen. She had trained, and never again would she be as weak as she had been. Brown eyes closed, the world disappearing from sight, humming happily as her thoughts turned to revenge, and the pain she would wreck on her enemy.