sometimes I feel like weeping, awake and when I’m sleeping
Venemous words filled her auditory system, along with all promises that he was keen to shot her way. Her violence was in the babe words with this one. The bronze mistress knew everything about him, every perceived flaw, every vulnerability and she knew where to put the pressure. Like twisting a finger in a bullet hole he reminded still and let her pretty, succulent maw rant the anger that was boiling inside. She would rather be dead than believe a word the beast was saying. The lies, the guts he had to even think to return , to even think to get near her. Unbelievable. She doen well enough for herself. She had pups and a mate and a decent enough place to establish for the time being. She. Done. Well. The moment he began to approach even more was the moment she had enough of his man-child before her, it would simply seem that he will not back down; she was going to be the bigger person. Drop dead. her acid words erupted from her ebon lips like a volcano before she turned on her heels, distancing herself from the rascal with a tango of her hips.
exitus
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Warning: this is a mature themed character. She has a 20" caracal by the name of Alphonse. It shall be presumed that he is with her all the time unless stated otherwise.Ithuriels, Hannibal and her pups are allowed to crash her threads regardless of the tag!
