she always tries, truth or lie
10-16-2013, 03:34 AM
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It seemed he would mimic her submissive posture, stepping away just as she had hoped he wouldn?t; and yet somehow she knew that he would, it just seemed to be his way. Reluctantly she would sigh, shaking feminine skull faintly for a moment, ?Well then I hope you will at least eat with me, mr manners.? Dainty lips would tweak to the darlingness she had so grown to exude, stepping forward to push snout into the tender flank of the ill-fated being, savour every moment it took to break the skin and reveal the flesh and muscle beneath. Vigilantly, as elegantly as was possible in such a volatile moment, she would swallow her first mouthful; auburn maw now stained to a vibrant crimson as the meat satisfyingly sank down to her eager stomach. Pretty skull would lift ever-so-slightly, pale lashes rising to allow emeralds to rest upon his form, ?Thank you, Conan.? A flutter of emotion would tickle the base of her stomach, perhaps the start of something greater than she had ever expected. |
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