08-27-2022, 11:19 PM
Constantine lived a promise life, bathed in glory and gold, rivaled in the Princess's who showered in velvet. Ah, the freedom she so desired and took hold strongly, participating in the life that was of the upper class, but couldn't help but be a black-sheep amongst the mix.. Not in the way that she was so different and bold, but perhaps just a bit, slutty, to say the least. The deepest pleasures in life was to enjoy no? And as a member of blue-blood, she had all of that at her paws, and yet couldn't understand why others did not divulge within the same. Although when it came behind closed doors, many of the men, were different.
To say she messed with a few taken men, was not wrong. The titles they held were little, but the taste of those who were promised to another were all the more delightful.. But Constantine never came to them first, they always sought her out — and all she did was entrace their dreams and sleep the night away.. But not without the other Princess's being jealous, and having quite a vendetta against herself.
To be killed by that, was rather a pathetic end she would think to the end. Not that she ever sought them out, and yet all the blame was on her, because she was..? A temptress? Disgust that how only men could get away with being whores, and when she loved within her own pleasures, she was looked down upon,
Just like that though, a man that she messed with had a jealous lover, and killed her just like that. But she died with the rubies she loved so, adjourning her room in a luxury.
It felt like a headache after a drink, and yet surrounded her was not the sheets of a bed or the fluffiness or her satin pillows, but sand that was felt underneath her pelt. Constantine frowned, for the jewels — oh there was one. One. The irony how she was always filled with treasures and yet to only arrive here with but one measly ruby? That wasn't even cut? Pathetic.
Although she knew what happened.. And that some jealous wolf killed her.. Was this the after life? Sitting upwards, she looked around with a furrowed glare, feeling her paws stretch across the sand and the wind brushing through her fur, it felt nothing like the dreamed afterlife the Priests always said about.
Ah.. But perhaps it simply meant, that she was free.
A ruby in her maw, and a deviled smile on her face, Constantine lifted herself up and decided to move onwards, to find whether this life really was of the afterlife. The easiest way was to be obvious, to do what she always desired so — divulge into pleasure.
To say she messed with a few taken men, was not wrong. The titles they held were little, but the taste of those who were promised to another were all the more delightful.. But Constantine never came to them first, they always sought her out — and all she did was entrace their dreams and sleep the night away.. But not without the other Princess's being jealous, and having quite a vendetta against herself.
To be killed by that, was rather a pathetic end she would think to the end. Not that she ever sought them out, and yet all the blame was on her, because she was..? A temptress? Disgust that how only men could get away with being whores, and when she loved within her own pleasures, she was looked down upon,
Just like that though, a man that she messed with had a jealous lover, and killed her just like that. But she died with the rubies she loved so, adjourning her room in a luxury.
It felt like a headache after a drink, and yet surrounded her was not the sheets of a bed or the fluffiness or her satin pillows, but sand that was felt underneath her pelt. Constantine frowned, for the jewels — oh there was one. One. The irony how she was always filled with treasures and yet to only arrive here with but one measly ruby? That wasn't even cut? Pathetic.
Although she knew what happened.. And that some jealous wolf killed her.. Was this the after life? Sitting upwards, she looked around with a furrowed glare, feeling her paws stretch across the sand and the wind brushing through her fur, it felt nothing like the dreamed afterlife the Priests always said about.
Ah.. But perhaps it simply meant, that she was free.
A ruby in her maw, and a deviled smile on her face, Constantine lifted herself up and decided to move onwards, to find whether this life really was of the afterlife. The easiest way was to be obvious, to do what she always desired so — divulge into pleasure.
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