He had seen how his mother was always acting around his father; she would always push her wolf muzzle into her, and playfully nip at her, showing him tender, yet loving touches. The white she wolf did not always love his father, she grew to be in love with him, and they were happy. The male knew with the power that his female had there would be no learning to love, heck there was no love, It was lust and desire, the one thing they both had for each other. They were both a twisted and ugly souls, but together they would be wonderful.
Feeling her soft touches the male was charmed, the smile had faded, but soon knew that this movement of tenderness, needed to be given back to her. The male reached up to her face and ran the back side of the paw down her face tenderly, they would start a new world full of hate and anger, they alone would take over the world and show this god for sake place that there where worst things then that tree that howled at night. There was Rojo and Amy…and they alone had enough hate to kill anything that looked at them. ”So my Mistress, what name was given to you are birth? Be it rare or exotic like you?”
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