The good, The bad, and the dirty
01-25-2017, 01:56 PM
It took her a moment to realize that the male was actually speaking to her. Blinking, she looked up in shock, her jaw hanging slightly open. Her gaze flickered over to Mara for a moment, irritated that she was just laying there and not helping her out. Not wanting to break character, she looked back down and twisted her paw in the snow. What the fuck? Why did he think that she knew him? Snorting and passing it off as a sneeze, she looked up and shook her head from side to side. ”I’m Velia, sir. I don’t know who you are, but I don’t get out much," she said softly in her sickly sweet voice. Sometimes she wanted to make herself throw up. Shifting closer to the ramp that Mara was on, she scooted towards the resting woman before she was at her side again. She may not like the woman at all, but she also wanted to tear out this stuck up bastards throat. Who the fuck did he think he was, that she would know who he was? He wasn’t a bloody god or something. Wolves like that drove her insane, and she would be more than happy to rid of his skid mark on this world. Licking her lips at the thought, her sweet, innocent face hid the darker emotions that twisted inside her. Soon she would be able to do whatever she wanted, to smite down anyone who stood in her path. |
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