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Kalli

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Amelia Detherage
In the shadows of the cave which lead to the vista covered her radiant body with ease. Her dark eyes peered wickedly through the portal, watching as distant wolves moved this way and that. Of which were Blackfoot? A sly, demonic smile slowly spread across her lips. Thanks to Lachlan, Amelia knew all kinds of things. She learned of the way to the vista - of course Blackfoot would run and hide - she also learned that she was the alpha of all ranks- she could never be of any worth, not even as a so called alpha. How useful he was, she would have to dip into that pool of knowledge again later.

After a long, creepy moment’s pause, Amelia finally tore away. Patience was a virtue, and the serpent had plenty of it. She slithered back through the caves towards the pines, the trek didn’t take as long this time as she began to remember each and every passage way. A lesser being may have gotten lost, but the red snake was full of pride and ability. The sun broke the shadows, splicing them as it beckoned her towards the pines. She exited the caves, stepped into the broken canopy rays. The smile didn’t seem to leave her lips, but that was due to her amazing discoveries. Amelia was overjoyed, ecstatic even, to have finally found her run away daughter.

In the forest she kept to the shadows, letting them consume her and keep her out of eye sight. She found a dark nook among the trees and shrubbery, and that was where she remained. Her svelte figure sat, her tail wrapping around her folded hind limbs. Her forelimbs propped her torso up with ease, her dark eyes taking in her surroundings with an unmatched immorality. Like a tightly coiled snake, Amelia Detherage sat in wait. What prey would she catch betwixt her mandible jaws? Though she waited with growing anticipation, her breathing remained steady, her mind focused, and her diligence unchallenged.




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Astaria

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Plymouth

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There was a smell that seemed to overpower everything. Something more rotten than the day old fish that sometimes washed up on their beach, something more sinister than the depths of the Caves, something that touched her core more deeply than than her lover's most tenderly whispered words of affection.

Amelia.

That russet bitch had been slinking around her home, she could smell it so clearly. It was a scent that was forever ingrained into her mind, one that she would be hard-pressed to ever forget. The one that ripped her ear and left marks forever upon her soul. Her lips curled upwards to show a sliver of fang as she followed the clearly laden path.

It was time to end this game... if she could. A flicker of fear coursed through her veins. What if she couldn't end this? What if her mother was there to terrorize her and her pack forever more? The woman paused just outside of the caves, seafoam eyes closing as she inhaled a breathe to steel herself against the creeping anxiety.

It was the fluttering of a kick from within her belly that calmed her. She had to confront her issues... For them. Her... Her pups.

She ran her tongue around her lips and continued onwards, right up to the border of the pines. She could smell that pungent scent. This place had been claimed, a problem certainly for her own. Monroe used this place for herbs and her own hunters used it for prey. Sure, they could manage on their own land or by finding another hunting ground but the convenience would be long lost.

However, that was not the matter for today. What was, was that sliver of russet she could see in the shadows. She nearly hopped across the line, wanting to drag her out of hiding but also... she wanted to flee. To turn and tuck herself away so that the woman wouldn't find her.

Both eye teeth were exposed as she snarled and barked across the border, "Stay the fuck away from my territory." Eyes were narrowed to slits and her voice was like ice.

If only she felt as confident as she sounded and not a mixture of terrified, anguished, and angry.


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Loner

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Kalli

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Amelia Detherage
Dark eyes fell wickedly upon her chosen prey. Her tail gave a slow wave, her cream tipped ears swiveled toward her victim, and a smile of sheer joy slithered across her witchy face. As the target of hers snapped her orders, Amelia’s body tingled with pure satisfaction. Her chin elevated slightly, turning away from Blackfoot as her lids slowly slid over her eyes. She soaked in blackfoot’s reaction, basked in the apparent anxiety, reveled in the pain she caused her own daughter. But it was as Amelia absorbed the anguish of Blackfoot that a certain scent caressed her nasal passages.

Her eyes peeled open again, her smile became less toothy, and her skull rotated to face Blackfoot’s face. Emerald met with sea foam, and the satisfaction that Amelia previously felt morphed into something greater, something otherworldly, even.

Pregnant.

Oh how enthralling this was. Still within the shadows Amelia’s russet figure began to slowly creep from her keep. Centimeter by centimeter, they unveiled her body, as if to reveal royalty. Queen of the Damned, Miss Detherage allowed a low rumble of a giggle to escape from betwixt otherwise clenched jaws. Her eyes became half lidded, her chin once again elevating, and her body remaining half way in the shadows. One delicate forepaw rested elegantly before the other, and her voice finally filled the void between them.
"A Queen, and yet - no escort?”
Could she do anything right?
"She owns territory, but lacks the army behind her.”
A hiss of disappointment, disapproval escaped Amelia.
"Dear daughter - light of my life - have I taught you nothing? Mmmm, such a failure. You never could amount to much, could you? Now look at you,”
Her head lowered slightly now, becoming almost leveled with her spine, as she moved even closer to Blackfoot. Her eyes were piercing, shooting dark blades which were meant to cut out hearts and shred souls.
"Hardly a whisper upon the wind.”
Her voice was low, almost a deep growl. She was downright disgusted with Blackfoot.

It was then her body snaked forward, hoping to encase Blackfoot in a semi-wide ranged circle. Her eyes observed her body, noticing particularly the small bulge about her barrel, remembering sweetly the missing chunk of her ear. Hatred spilled from every orifice of Amelia Detherage, seeing him in every aspect reincarnated in Blackfoot. She stayed a snarl, resisted a sneer, keeping her countenance full of pure amusement. After all, she wanted Blackfoot to writhe, not the other way around.
"Mommy never did take you for a slut,”
Her voice cooed as she moved to stand before her once more.
"How was he, mmm? I hope he’s still around to help you raise that brood,”
Her black heart could almost explode with joy now.

Her tongue clicked on the roof of her mouth, a sharp inhale taken as she finally addressed Black’s order.
"My darling, I wouldn’t dream of trespassing on your supposed kingdom. I have found a home of my own.”
She smiled again. Her nose tilting toward the ground, her eyes catching Black’s again.
"With Lachlan, in the caves.”
Her fangs glistened as the expression could not be stretched beyond ear to ear. She kept it hushed that Lachlan had actually given her away. Such a fine pet he was, Amelia was so pleased, she wanted to keep him forever.



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