calling all angels
04-13-2013, 01:54 AM
The vixen maintained her lack of expression, silver-jade skylights probing the fuchsia depths of the unfamiliar male, swirling vivaciously with the hazard of intoxicating venom. She established a fragile sense of curiosity in his behaviour, though at the same time felt humiliated by his invariable illustration of emotion. Though something seemed to stir; her final words penetrating the overly elated skin of the male, toying with his nerves and encouraging a tremble within his clockwork. As quickly as he had shown his a apparent euphoria, his features morphed into that of surprise and finally the change of wind became evident within the delicate folds of his lips. His words came as quite a blow to the lady, and before she could determined how to take them her corpse robotically began to stiffen; neck mounting upwards, ears compressing against the tapers of her feminine scalp.
A low growl echoed within the chasms of her throat, her displeasure in his weak attempt of smart-assing becoming quickly detectable. ?Would you prefer I soak your intelligence with lies?? she paused momentarily, brow furrowing against her words, ?You should appreciate authenticity, not frown upon it.? It wouldn?t be improbable for the beast to misinterpret her speech, she did after all, seem to perceive the world in a slightly more diverse way in comparison to countless others. Limbs shifted beneath her spine, thick tail batting with a minor irritance between her well-formed hinds.