Mean Girls

Bright lilac gaze fell on the form of the tall girl as she approached, she was obviously distracted. The girl’s eyes didn’t fall upon the puppy until she was nearly on her, and with that she caused a start. Venom narrowed her gaze and felt the corners of her dark lips pull up into an amused smile. She liked how good it felt to cause discomfort to the yearling that happened upon her.

”A big girl like you, scared of me?” She blinked heavy lashed eyes and flicked her tongie again while stepping towards the slave with a giggle. Her dual tones tail flagged behind her as she watched Motif with a critical eye. What kind of reaction would this elicit? Had the older girl just been startled?