she always tries, truth or lie
10-16-2013, 08:16 PM
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He would resist her suggestion with an inflexibility that was only becoming apparent now, her maw retracting from the beasts flank to mutter a single word, ?Stubborn.? However it was one of light play, and not something she would have said to a total stranger in fear of offence. She would have liked to presume Conan could handle such a word. If he had been like this all his life then he had probably been told before. Their eye-contact had lingered, buzzing about in the pits of her stomach as his crimson irises would seem to infuse her abdomen with a flutter of something unfamiliar. Reluctantly she would lower her maw again, to continue to eat as her body so craved. It would be a few minutes later and she had already engorged herself, figuring she may not have had another decent meal for some time. Most of the deer?s thigh and flank had been eradicated, but a good three quarters of the animal or more still remained. As if pleased with herself she would take a step back, and then a careful step towards him, where she would sit and gaze upon him somewhat expectantly; head tilted lightly with an incorruptibility to be marred only by the blood that stained the contours of her porcelain-crafted face. |
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