You can't spell slaughter without laughter
06-19-2013, 08:28 AM
her amusement was dried up, the corpse had been reduced to little, and she was rather tired now. stepping away from the kill, her pelt stained with blood. her head swung side to side, resuming her ignoring of the annoying male who insisted they stop. ?tired jezzy is.? With those soft spoken words, the dame turned, pushing past the kill and disappeared into the forest, her paw prints leaving evidence of the actions that had take place. belly full, she headed back towards the new home she had found. mind at ease, that the coming snow flurries would dissipate her tracks. -exit Jez- Speech, |