Track it again

*Satis* · 09-19-2013, 09:19 PM

She would approach the familiar with a shallow respect, though still the vixen would carry herself with an evident pride contained by her rank, her purpose. She had bested the ebony male in a spar, and it would perhaps seem to be somewhat obvious as she would saunter towards the resting male, the deep wounds encircling his sockets enough to suggest he had got his money?s worth from their brief encounter. Satis on the other hand, bore the scabbing suggestion of a healing shoulder wound, and apart from a grazed cranium she was virtually unmarked. A decent effort. She appreciated his willingness to be her training pawn, her punching bag so to speak, so the youth thought it only worthy that she should converse with him on a rather less violent note. Perhaps to grow somewhat memorable within his character, as her mother likely would have suggested. Not that the marked peculiarity would strive upon her mother?s weakened ways. ?Does something trouble you, ebony sir?? feminine tones would fall from ivory lips, the striking mistress lowering to rest upon her haunches. Hell, she didn?t even know his name.

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