: my, my, those eyes like fire

I’m A Winged Insect, You’re A Funeral Pyre
Come Now, Bite Through These Wires
I’m In Waking Hell & The Gods Grow Tired

The insect was quite infatuated already with the Beta who accepted her at the border into the Dragons land. She was curious how such dragons would willingly let a bug such as herself in. Yet here she was, alive, thriving in the snowy lands of ash. She was far too cozy in the lands of which could burn her alive. Yet she didn't find it scary, she found it exciting. Her whole life before this was a blur, yet she was unfazed anymore. Instead, she was enthusiastic of each day.

She wanted to help, to be a healer. And the King in this pack apparently heard of that, naming her Theta. She was ever so happy at the news, finding different herbs she could from out south and bringing them home. Her dragonfly wings were growing stronger, carrying her upwind more lately than she could a week before. She was on her way to her den, just landing in Drekistone territory when a new smell caught her nares. One not of ash. She tilted her head, a mouth full of rosemary as she walked on the snowy terrain. Her soft eyes finally set on the young girl, a maned wolf. She lowered her head to place the bundles of rosemary down, before she spoke. "Hello," She said with a soft smile as she rose her head. "I'm Vespula, Drekistones Theta. You're the first non-Dragon wolf I've seen here. What's your name?"

Walk, "Talk", Think.
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Reset My Patient Violence Along Both Lines
Of A Pathway Higher
Grow Back Your Sharpest Teeth, You Know My Desire

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