charliesweb7
Supernova
- Joined
- Sep 20, 2013
- Location
- United States
"Isn't it a beautiful day?" The young woman asked, rolling onto her side. She was lying on a plaid picnic blanket in the grass. It was a gorgeous June day, the sun shinning bright and a small breeze ruffling the grass. The green hills rolled along the kingdom, there being a few rivers that ran through. The two were perched on the hill, a babbling brook below. In the distance, against the mountains was a nice big castle. Lacey Genevieve Noelle Rose Driscoll Covington. Princess Lacey Genevieve Noelle Rose Driscoll Covington to be precise. Stupid royals and their long names. "You better not have fallen asleep Wyatt!" She replied, looking at the sleeping furry wolf next to her. He was much bigger than her, massive compared to the girl. And she was pushing 5' 7" almost.
Wyatt. He had been there through everything. Her first steps. Her first words. Her 100th birthday. Her first car. Everything. He had been by her side, watching her grow up. He was her best friend by far. He knew everything and anything about her. She couldn't imagine life without him. He was her personal bodyguard, employed to keep her safe. There had been times of war and times of peace. At the moment, the Kingdom was at peace with its neighbors. But trouble could happen at any moment.
Lacey was rather beautiful for being 179 years old. Thankfully they were immortal and aged very well. Her own mother looked rather young still. She had beautiful light brown hair, a pair of light lavender ears perked up. The insides were white and the fur itself was soft as silk. She had a long thin tail on her back side, it swaying around slightly. This was her normal form. If she wanted, she could transform her hands and feet into paws, the fur extending past her elbows and knees. The fur then wrapped in a few bands up her thighs and upper arms to stop. It was kind of cool actually. But she was rarely in that form. She liked her form with just the ears and tails. A more "simple" wolf. She had a very nice body to go with it. The perfect curves in the way her waist went in and a pair of full "breeding" hips. The long, thick legs. The shapely pert rear and the matching large bosom. She certainly did not lack anywhere. Her blue eyes looked over the male, shoving him. "Wyatt!" She called again, trying to wake up the sleeping beats.
Wyatt. He had been there through everything. Her first steps. Her first words. Her 100th birthday. Her first car. Everything. He had been by her side, watching her grow up. He was her best friend by far. He knew everything and anything about her. She couldn't imagine life without him. He was her personal bodyguard, employed to keep her safe. There had been times of war and times of peace. At the moment, the Kingdom was at peace with its neighbors. But trouble could happen at any moment.
Lacey was rather beautiful for being 179 years old. Thankfully they were immortal and aged very well. Her own mother looked rather young still. She had beautiful light brown hair, a pair of light lavender ears perked up. The insides were white and the fur itself was soft as silk. She had a long thin tail on her back side, it swaying around slightly. This was her normal form. If she wanted, she could transform her hands and feet into paws, the fur extending past her elbows and knees. The fur then wrapped in a few bands up her thighs and upper arms to stop. It was kind of cool actually. But she was rarely in that form. She liked her form with just the ears and tails. A more "simple" wolf. She had a very nice body to go with it. The perfect curves in the way her waist went in and a pair of full "breeding" hips. The long, thick legs. The shapely pert rear and the matching large bosom. She certainly did not lack anywhere. Her blue eyes looked over the male, shoving him. "Wyatt!" She called again, trying to wake up the sleeping beats.