Incubus
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Re: (BETA: CD) Ashior
The Alpha silently pointed to a hut, slightly larger than most of the small ones, with a distinctive marking over the door, and headed off towards it, leaving Ashior to the women's lodge.
Walking through the door, Ashior glanced around and took in her surroundings. The hall was mostly filled with what appeared to be sleeping places; piles of dead undergrowth and the like that seemed designed to cushion one from the hard wooden floor. Some of these were filled by slim and shapely female werewolves, lounging idly as naked as the rest of the pack has been that Ashior's seen.
Down one end was a circular wooden tub, already filled with water that was steaming slightly; either it was always ready for use or much more likely, word had been sent ahead and they prepare fast. "Well well well, if it isn't the trophy slut," came a voice, cold and condescending. To one side, leaning against the wall was one of the women, larger and more muscular than the others. "And just look at you, covered in their seed. You must have looooved that, you dirty little whore."
Ashior got the distinct impression this one didn't like her, somehow.
The Alpha silently pointed to a hut, slightly larger than most of the small ones, with a distinctive marking over the door, and headed off towards it, leaving Ashior to the women's lodge.
Walking through the door, Ashior glanced around and took in her surroundings. The hall was mostly filled with what appeared to be sleeping places; piles of dead undergrowth and the like that seemed designed to cushion one from the hard wooden floor. Some of these were filled by slim and shapely female werewolves, lounging idly as naked as the rest of the pack has been that Ashior's seen.
Down one end was a circular wooden tub, already filled with water that was steaming slightly; either it was always ready for use or much more likely, word had been sent ahead and they prepare fast. "Well well well, if it isn't the trophy slut," came a voice, cold and condescending. To one side, leaning against the wall was one of the women, larger and more muscular than the others. "And just look at you, covered in their seed. You must have looooved that, you dirty little whore."
Ashior got the distinct impression this one didn't like her, somehow.