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___homg!
in character
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___ Age had not harmed the daughter of the coyote Queen in the slightest. Age in fact had only served to enhance the natural beauty of the Princess of Lust giving her a richer coat, a fuller frame - all her curves hung beautifully on her frame. Her face was slightly more angular, sharper features drawing out her golden eyes and making them appear fuller. She had aged well, all things considered. Wars, battles, the tests of time - by many accounts she should not have fared at all. But she was a fighter. The deep struggle in her was a natural one. It had been passed down in the blood of the Lykoi and it had been forged in her demonic paternal blood. She was unholy and divine. The trek to the lands where her brother ruled had not been difficult, long yes, but not difficult. It had almost been a luxury to travel slowly through the snow taking her sweet time and resting when she felt like it. She was not set to anyone's standards of time and no one knew she was coming - it was true freedom.
Arriving on the Inferni lands gave her a slight rush, but she withheld the urge to call out. She smelled her brothers, her littermates, her mother! Dancing slightly in her place, Ahemait waited anxiously. Dawn had barely broken across the lands, but already the day was bright to her. "
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