Black_Ribboned_Rose
Planetoid
- Joined
- Feb 19, 2012
Shyann took a deep breath as she sat in her room gazing at the setting sun. Tonight would be her twentieth Wolfen Moon, by pack law she was now available to be taken as a mate by any of the pack, and apparently someone already placed dibs on her. She shook her head in disgust. She felt like nothing more than a possession to be passed from one house hold to the next. Earlier that morning she had been confronted by her mother and father and given a choice: submit and become the alpha's mate or be run out of the pack, the only home she had ever known...
Not seeing much of a choice she relented, silently promising that although he may have her body she'd never give up her independence or her heart. Her soft growl filled the room only to be cut short by a quick tap at her door. Celia, her mother, stepped in with her daughter's approval and stood there watching her, a bright smile lighting up her beautiful face. "Oh, mi nina... I can't believe this is happening! Come. We'll get you hair brushed out and put you in that nice dress I bought you, alright?" She asked striding towards her daughter to pull her up and usher her towards her black vanity.
Examining her reflection in the mirror she tried to see why the alpha picked her of all the available females. Shyann had deep red hair and pale skin, a complexion that proofed difficult to take care of under the hot sun of New Orleans. Her emerald green eyes sparkled in the light and her hair shined. But all she could see was her usual self. The same image she's seen for the past 20 years.
She continued to examine herself as Celia brushed out her hair so it fell in soft waves around her face and rubbed a faintly sweet smelling lotion into her skin. Before long her mother was helping her slip on a flowing red dress and spinning her around to look in the mirror. Shyann blinked in surprise, she looked... Good. Her hair looked as soft as it felt and the red dress complimented her hair and her hourglass figure perfectly, its scooped neckline held just the right amount of suggestibility to make her all the more desirable while keeping a good most of her figure to the imagination. The sleeves were off the shoulder allowing an unbroken patch of skin from her neck to her inner elbow and her feet and legs were left bare.
Still shocked at her image, Celia pulled her daughter out the door and ushered towards the clearing in the woods which had been slowly filling since the sun went down. Gulping, Shyann raised her head high and walked to her fate.
Not seeing much of a choice she relented, silently promising that although he may have her body she'd never give up her independence or her heart. Her soft growl filled the room only to be cut short by a quick tap at her door. Celia, her mother, stepped in with her daughter's approval and stood there watching her, a bright smile lighting up her beautiful face. "Oh, mi nina... I can't believe this is happening! Come. We'll get you hair brushed out and put you in that nice dress I bought you, alright?" She asked striding towards her daughter to pull her up and usher her towards her black vanity.
Examining her reflection in the mirror she tried to see why the alpha picked her of all the available females. Shyann had deep red hair and pale skin, a complexion that proofed difficult to take care of under the hot sun of New Orleans. Her emerald green eyes sparkled in the light and her hair shined. But all she could see was her usual self. The same image she's seen for the past 20 years.
She continued to examine herself as Celia brushed out her hair so it fell in soft waves around her face and rubbed a faintly sweet smelling lotion into her skin. Before long her mother was helping her slip on a flowing red dress and spinning her around to look in the mirror. Shyann blinked in surprise, she looked... Good. Her hair looked as soft as it felt and the red dress complimented her hair and her hourglass figure perfectly, its scooped neckline held just the right amount of suggestibility to make her all the more desirable while keeping a good most of her figure to the imagination. The sleeves were off the shoulder allowing an unbroken patch of skin from her neck to her inner elbow and her feet and legs were left bare.
Still shocked at her image, Celia pulled her daughter out the door and ushered towards the clearing in the woods which had been slowly filling since the sun went down. Gulping, Shyann raised her head high and walked to her fate.