Borgia's Camping Ground, Dreadfang Mountain
Vivianne can hear a low growl from behind her, and Roxanne's grip on her is becoming more possessive. Not only that, but she can smell her wife's pheromone getting stronger and the other alpha growing restless around.
She then held Roxanne's hand gently. "it's your rut, isn't it?"
"This is humiliation." Roxanne said as she gritted her teeth, trying to hold herself.
Roxanne's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling with a primal rhythm as the heat of her rut surged through her veins. The once subtle glow in her crimson eyes deepened into a searing, blood-red blaze, casting an unholy light across her face.
A sharp crack resounded in the air; her horns began to grow, curling higher and sharper, twisting like obsidian blades. Dark veins of demonic energy pulsed beneath their surface, humming with raw power. The air around her thickened, vibrating with the oppressive weight of her aura.
