[m] Seems like everybody's got a price
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She was once a strong princess, heir to a magical kingdom. It was a special land where the tree whispered things to anyone that with an ear that would listen to them. She knew how they worked, she knew about the ghost that lived in the houses. She knew of all the magical places within the Chimera lands. Damian, had trusted her in her own madness to help the wise blood colored King with the lands. She knew that one day when he passed away she would have to either step up or be the Queen, or find someone with the right amount of madness to lead the spawns into greatness. Letting her hair down, as she softly sighed, her eyes turned down as she felt the cold brush off her hands upon her shoulders. The Princess gave a shudder. She always hated it when the family members from the past came for a visit. Her hair moved as the sister gathered it up into a high ponytail and then braided it into three chains, tucking the end up under the pony tail, she re wrapped the hair with a band made from hair hairs. She was starting to look like the royal Princess that was would have been if she Qikiqtaaluk lands of her family. She shudders…No she belonged here with the madmen. Another dark form washed over the light of the day as it moved. Touching the white lady in ways that she couldn’t help but for her body to respond. She shifted upon her feet, bringing them out from under her as they slipped around and her arms went back behind her in a smooth motion as the figure that the lady saw, softly spoke to her in the family native tongue. His body was so hard…it sent a shudder down her whole body. He leaned over her, his shape becoming clearer. His figure was very well defined, eyes a soft purple, like that of a god’s. While his pelt was a patchwork design of white, tan, and black. His hair, was wondering, there was so many brides. She couldn’t help it, she ran her hands through his hair. He reached up with one hand placed it upon her hand and then slipped it down to his chest, as he parted her legs, his other hand slipped around her leg, pulling her closer to his body. There was warmth between the two of them. She moaned, then her hand dug into his chest. She couldn’t do this…Not when she was so in love with Soran. ” Khang-ah!” She gasped out, as he pulled her into his body. He pulled back. The ghost of the warrior from her homeland pulled back as he looked at her all confused. Trying to figure out why his soul mate, the one he died for was turning him down. ” Arnaq ?” The male pressed his hand down upon her breast, “Angun” She groaned as she placed her hand upon his chest. ” Ahng” She whispered as she pushed away from her. Suddenly she was being swarmed with her pack sister, all clicking their tongues at her, as they started to push her, and tried to make her join in the union between the male and her. Her heart belonged to Soran…she could not allow herself to give her body to another male., or for that rate another being.

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Yay! A Summer and Soran thread... I missed these Big Grin <3<3 Gah! I just realised if this is pre-Lucifer then it's also pre-Conri!!! Gah! Long time ago.


The sable female was slightly unsteady on her feet, wobbling a little here and there as she walked through the lands, staggering a little. She stopped and rested against a tree, a giggle crossing her lips for just a moment before it was replaced with a bottle, she took a deep swig of the fiery amber liquid and giggled again. It tasted foul, but the warming effect was pleasing, as was the effect of it swimming through her bloodstream, intoxicating her nicely. It was of course whiskey, she had already had some vodka with Rurik, then had slipped into the secret stash of alcohol in the Syemv house, it had never really been that well hidden; it was the worst kept secret in the pack in all truth. The sable woman had not had very much out of the bottle at all, but she did not often drink and so, for all intents and purposes she was a little sloshed, well more than a little. The ebony pelted female giggled to herself again, leaning against the tree, sliding down the rough trunk to sit in a heap at its base, she took another swig from the bottle. She pulled a face at the taste once again and swallowed it down, smiling slightly at the warmth that filled her.

Soran caught the sounds of voices nearby and curiosity got the better of her, she scrambled to her feet, surprised at her own ability not to fall down even though the world was a little wobbly. Slow unsure steps took her to the source of the sound, her feet unsteady on the uneven terrain, the bottle still clutched in her hand, at one point she stumbled sideways a little and the long braid of her mane got tangled in a tree branch, in her slightly inebriated state it took her usually deft long fingers much longer than expected to free herself. She padded along, soon enough she found the source of the noise, she stood there, mouth agape with confusion and shock, there was her beloved, her pale angel, Summer... what on earth was she doing?

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