The Apex Predators was her clan, her tribe. The wasteland was hard and unforgiving, which is why most nomads live near one city or another to find resources and make connections, in spite of isolationist ideals. It was through one of these connections that Roxxane found a canine that only went by Darkwitt. The request was sent through a simple email seeking muscle to protect precious cargo as it was moved from a warehouse into a corpo building, the same building she was walking through, in fact. Well…stomping though more accurately. Her fiery hair with black highlights bobbing with each step as she bent herself into the elevator, snarling out all others brave enough to try and share the limited space. Yet, once the doors closed and she was left in privacy for the slow ascent, she blew out a sigh of relief. Darkwitt had been the best thing to happen to the Apex clan in years…being a benefactor, he had exclusive control over the clan’s activities and could dictate to the dinos orders that no other being might, and it came at a steep cost…feeding a pack of prehistoric carnivores got expensive, but he assured her it was worth every penny to have the best muscle in town displaying his name and his mark.
She pressed her hand to her chest and felt the sleek, ebony black mark that was what he called The Mark of Imperius, her promise to him that she’d work for him for mutual benefit…complete with the glow of her cyan stripes along her body and the radiant glow of cyan that fell from her eyes reflected off the obsidian latex mark. It was warm whenever she touched it, and she felt her hard edges soften a touch…
It was months of off and on jobs, little by little he offered her incentives and rewards for her clan’s loyalty and the cybernetic augments she and her sister sported made them both nearly unstoppable monsters in stand up fights. Enhanced vision for target acquisition, synthmuscle weaved over her vital areas for added protection and even more strength, claws edged with graphene nanoweave that let her cut steel. Roxxane felt at her best, better than her natural self could have ever been and this introduction into cyber modding has really taken hold in her clan; each member either getting or already equipped with some form of enhancement, which of course helped Darkwitt hold the most brutal enforcer pack in the city…
The elevator finally stopped and she took a breath, lowering her hand off the mark and stepping out feeling relaxed, with her gait swaying more womanly, her tail drifting sensually and hips bumping her firm ass side to side rather than bouncing with her, normally, aggressive stomps. The way she felt when entering his office was always the same…with her breathing slower, her tight jacket a little looser at the top and her claws careful to not leave scratches in his flooring. The apex predator, the prehistoric woman normally boiling with pent up anger was a bastion of calmness. Seeing her employer always did that…the way her chest warmed her whole body and the bright cyan in her eyes flushed totally with the neon glow, her thoughts slowing down and the flow of water she heard from his penthouse waterfall stole every single aggressive thought as she stepped around his desk, standing next to him as he looked out on the city from his black leather chair. Watching the city that never sleeps.
“Report.” Were the words that left his obscured jaw first.
Her back tightened and her tail lifted.
“White Eye was beaten back at a cost. Two of my males are in critical care and one female was flatlined. Body was recovered, don’t worry.”
The way her master tightened his grip on the chair was annoying…her over sensitive instincts caused a small snarl to escape her razor sharp jaw. She turned to face him and stepped in front of his view of the city.
“The clan is more than willing to spend the blood. We’ve had three clutches with not a single lost pup, and he’s made it well known that were it not for you he’d have gone to war to subjugate us.”
She knelt before him, unzipping her jacket fully to let him bear full view of her dense, well worked body and laying her heavy chest in his lap. So large that it was like a blanket of tit flesh covering his lap.
“Please, master. Let your girls help you relax as thanks for another successful operation…”
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Meet the leader of the Apex Clan. Roxxane. We designed her before we did Carrion. but wanted to get some details narrowed down beforehand.
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Roxxanne is played by Aldara @Imperial948