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08-27-2013, 10:25 AM (This post was last modified: 08-27-2013, 10:27 AM by Karmen.)




Trouble: a sticky-sweet taffy that melds to the roof of your mouth and forces you to indulge in it's tempting taste, potentially leaving your jaw cemented shut so you have no choice and attempt to swallow. But even though you think you've rid of it, it lingers in the crevices of your teeth and clings to your breathe. Karmen was good at finding trouble, she had a nose for it, an internal pull towards things that might get her killed. Perhaps she should be investing in a convention for closet-adrenaline-junkies, but alas she still tucked away the excitement she got from a good dose of disorder and misfortune. She hadn't yet learned her lesson about avoiding the bogs, but she had a theory she would meet the best of company in the nastiest of places.

And she was always right.

She sashayed up a slight slope that barely overlooked the two beasts. One was covered head to toe in stygian hairs, who's posture suggested something brooding and foreboding, with hunched shoulder blades like gargoyle and eyes - oh those doors to the soul - the colour of spilled blood. And the other was polar opposite: he was coloured like a waning moon, a sterling silver thread interrupted patches of dark and pale fur that contoured his masculine frame. And eyes as frigid and unforgiving as frost. He wasn't as readable as the other, but radiated a handsome, quiet confidence. But to her disappointment, the air was thin with a lack of tension. A petite pout formed on her face before turning into a natural look of refinement.

"Gentlemen," she purred, cocking her delicate head to one side as she laid down before them, crossing her two front feet and batting her dark lashes. "What is the special occasion?"

With luck, the situation might progress and it would be worth her while to stay. Perhaps the two were from rival packs, or long lost brothers with an overpowering vendetta to be the gory death of one another. The possibilities for drama were so rich.



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