Wapun Meadow hunger sated

Desire peaks as the blanched ghost begins rolling through the frosted foliage. It is as though Zhenya is hallucinating, for the beauty the femme holds is etheral in nature and untouchable to the outside. One can almost see the stark standing her blood would cause against such a pale coat, such light surroundings. And her voice! When she speaks, Zhenya's knees wobble, making it hard for her to remain upright in such trying circumstances. She is an angel; Zhenya is almost hurt to know that she must taint such a pure soul.

A bark erupts from the murderess's maw as she reveals herself, her slick, agouti coat something completely unlike the other's. Coming uncomfortably close, she gives a wryry smile and circles the albino. You seem lonely. Her words are smooth as they flow from her. Zhenya comes to the girl's backside and nips at her tail, slightly tugging to test the other's defenses. On her other side, she nips and her shoulder before a thick rumble of laughter is released into the air.