Drianazz

(Author note: Was for that contest I was minutes to late in submitting. The task was to make your character appealing to the artist. Well maybe some time ill add to it or expand to it. But well there you go read it if you want.)-------------------- The steady flow of trends were always high from the the skinny jeans that were faded or ripped galore to the hoodies that were stripped from the different shades of grey and black colored indifference to the splash art symbols. The stripes and hair dyes that walked into the cafe from many gothic pin up girls to the troubled lifestyle they seemed to portray. It was the underground level of society t

It was one of those nights where the night was cloudless and the streets surrounded by endless silence. Odd as it were not even the grasshoppers melody that pierced the nights, seemed to have deceased. Eerie echoes as she walked, blending into the nights surroundings. The cloak she wore draped down to the floor barely touching the black depths of the cracked road. The dull shine of her boots as the clothes clung to her curves, the way it hugged her thighs and caressed her hips. The way the shirt she wore hung lose but clung enough to show her abs she dedicated to build. Hidden by the cloak she embraced as the night engulfed her was endless.

Laying down on her rather large empty bed the sheets laid a mess, beads of sweat rolled down her figure glistening her black and purple fur. Moving her leg to the side arching, letting a loud moan of nearing her climax echo within the room; the moon shined through her windows displaying she was alone. Her paw laid between her legs dipping in and out of her sweet nether folds. Her moaning became louder, needing with lust; the sound of ripped cloth following behind her moans. Lost in transit she heard distantly the bellowing cries of anger coming from the dungeon. Growling out of frustration she licked her paw and untangled her other from the r