☥Mazikeen☥

The crash of thunder that ripped through the mountains should of been the first warning. It wasn't. The sound of hellish laughter should of been the second warning. It wasn't. The thunder of hooves instead of paws, should of warned everyone that they should of been running. They weren't. Instead, they were frozen with blind terror as this hellish female tore her way from the fiery pits of Hell and with a resounding salvo announced her arrival to all who dared try to oppose her and there, waiting, a hellish grin on his face, was Ankh, who greeted Mazikeen with the love and devotion only a true mate could ever show to their beloved chosen one. Snarling low, Mazikeen made it quickly known, she was the boss and only showed a sliver of respect to the former leaders of the Dragon Hill Pack. Though where there should of been fear, there was only a deeply rooted respect, interest, and a surprising amount of fanfare for this long awaited Queen.

Chuckling, Ankh whispered to her "Perhaps you should go home before you scare everyone." He teased, his tone gentle though he knew Mazikeen would rise to the bait and sure enough, with fangs flashing, she snapped "I don't need to go home to be happy! You're my Hell!" She snarled as Ankh grinned, his own fangs flashing. "And I'd have it no other way my beloved demoness." He snarled in return.

And so dawned a new age for the Dragon Hill Pack. With two of the most powerful leaders it's ever known leading it. Where will they go? What adventures await them?