Doodads and Thingies

The demoness was strange, yes. The girl was an oddity. Her shoulders rolled idly and her nose twitched. The woman stared at the man unblinking. She had a horrid look upon her muzzle. She sneered. The demon did not like little spawn on her lair. The giant thingy was hers and only hers. (In her mind.) Canttina kneaded the earth idly beneath her paws. The snow engulfed her muscle packed legs. Her body was tense, there was no doubt. She was huge, but not the largest The woman wasn't very feminine but she had an elegance about her. A dark elegance. It could not be missed.

Canttina listened to his baritone words. She snarled, how was she suppose to believe him? THe girl did not know this man. He did not know her. They had no reason to be nice to eachother. But, the woman was not dumb. The demoness whipped her head to the side and a crack was heard. She groaned, That one was lovely. She looked around before sunny orbs met his once more. They beamed into his like little daggers. Then what do you want with it or me? I do not have many visitors. Canttina had weary eyes, she did not trust this cretin.


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