The fire ain't burning here anymore
12-30-2013, 03:00 PM
And so he would come across a little spitfire, what an amusement. A chuckle left him as she drew away from him, a look of indignation on her face. Feigning a look of hurt, he gave her a sad look. "Baby, you wound me. C'mon now, why don't you give a handsome one like myself, a little something." To say that she didn't seem very interesting in his adoring charm, would possibly be an understatement. "My dear, you are a beauty, why wouldn't you flaunt it and allow me to adore you with the title of such." So she admitted that she was of Valhalla, ah his nose never lead him astray. "Why would you restrain yourself to a pack, hmm? Valhalla can't be that good. Or if it is perhaps I should inquire within.." He would run off wondering if the spitfire would defend her home as sharply as she had defending herself.