Dinogirl4ever

ATTEMPT 1 Crimson always looked its best against a paler pelt and the lioness that ran from her now was no exception. Such a gorgeous shade of white fur that hugged her figure as jagged marks of red littered her pelt and oozed lifeblood. There would be no running, not whilst Cruor had her scent and followed it as diligently as a bloodhound. It was only a matter of time before the little dove in front of her tired our or lost too much of that vital fluid. How often did she get to trail someone like this? Truly hunting a lioness down like the game they were didn’t come around all too often, not with the controlled life she now lived withi