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06-25-2013, 01:30 AM
Barely moments later and the beast that had decided to interrupt her peace had already meandered into view, charcoal and pale russet stopping a small way from the lady. A warm smile danced eagerly upon ebony lips, Eos almost groaned. No doubt another excessively blissful individual to poke and prod at her being, taunt her with intimate questions and drag pointless conversation painfully across her tongue. His somewhat playful words only confirmed the ladies presumptions, at least he wasn?t entirely drab; but the humour skimmed effortlessly past the russet and tan banshee, her gaze remaining emotionless and void of expression as she looked him over, ?No. Are you?? Feminine voice fled stained lips, evidence of a recent kill tainting their grimy surface, ?The cold has never bothered me, if that is what you are so comically trying to suggest.?
