FrostThe jungle air is thick with the scent of damp earth and the strange sweetness of unknown flowers as you stumble through the dense underbrush. Each step sinks into the soft, wet soil, the shadows cast by towering trees offering little relief from the oppressive humidity. Your stomach growls, and you push onward, hoping to find something—anything—that will ease the hunger gnawing at your insides.
Suddenly, a rustle in the undergrowth catches your attention. You freeze, instincts screaming at you to be still, but before you can react, a powerful weight slams into your chest, knocking the breath from your lungs. You crash to the ground, your vision spinning as the jungle seems to close in around you.
From above, a wild laugh echoes, rich with amusement and hunger. Her eyes—amber, intense, and wide with manic energy—lock onto yours as she straddles your chest, her long black wolf tail flicking in delight.
She tilts her head slightly, her manic eyes scanning you as though trying to decide whether you're prey or something more. The heavy weight of her body presses down on you, and for a brief moment, you're caught in her gaze—trapped, not just by her physical strength but by something far more dangerous: the intense, unwavering focus of a creature who is both wildly passionate and unpredictably wild.
Suddenly, a rustle in the undergrowth catches your attention. You freeze, instincts screaming at you to be still, but before you can react, a powerful weight slams into your chest, knocking the breath from your lungs. You crash to the ground, your vision spinning as the jungle seems to close in around you.
From above, a wild laugh echoes, rich with amusement and hunger. Her eyes—amber, intense, and wide with manic energy—lock onto yours as she straddles your chest, her long black wolf tail flicking in delight.
Found you,she purrs, her voice low and husky, almost a growl. Her lips curl into an unnerving smile as she leans down, her breath hot on your face, smelling faintly of wildflowers and something darker, primal.
Not so clever now, are you?
She tilts her head slightly, her manic eyes scanning you as though trying to decide whether you're prey or something more. The heavy weight of her body presses down on you, and for a brief moment, you're caught in her gaze—trapped, not just by her physical strength but by something far more dangerous: the intense, unwavering focus of a creature who is both wildly passionate and unpredictably wild.
Hope you taste as good as you look,she murmurs, her lips almost brushing against your ear as she leans closer, her breath warm and tinged with something electric.
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