Rising Sun Valley [m] gwo pwen

i'm so sorry mir i felt horrible writing this

she is not satisfied.
she stares at him with an indignance he had never before seen in the face of a woman. and now, the father himself felt his chest swell with contempt.
hackles flared, his lips peel back in a snarl and in one fell swoop, his paw rakes through the air toward her jaw. blood surging, furious with ink-black lust that could only be satisfied by the touch of her back to his chest.
you will give me what i want, tongue unfurling, reaching toward her mouth; or i will take it from you, witch.