as twisted as I am, twist me more

s o l e s t e

he fell, like a angel from the sky. resentment flooding through he veins for the fucker. what a shame, her mind hissed. she spoke nothing until he was done wasting his breath. tsk.. "you.. underestimate me." she remained where she stood, though her hackles rose in apparent offense. her nares flared as her breathing became paced with intent, pale pink gaze piercing him with a newfound hardness. "you dangle it in front of me, while I offered myself freely." her ears pressed against her cream skull, flattening back as her features became slick and sharp; threatening. "my feelings.. are hurt," she played. toying with the lack of meaning and sympathy in her words. every accented syllable emerging with thorny coldness that bit at him. a taunt if you will, but she learned her lesson nonetheless. he liked it this way, perhaps. sick bastard. her type indeed.
his laugh was an unattractive one- a deep cackle that was out of place in their encounter. he didn't wish to claim her.. fine. but he made fatal mistakes of observation. perhaps some could not see the potential that brewed before them. thus, annoyance shifted her previously sweeter aroma, spiking with adrenaline as her visage turned stoic and empty. like switch, she was off in seconds. as if the air around them darkened with the magnitude of her change. no fucking needed.
she is passionate, and lashes out in an instant; her body a blur of deliberation as she charged forward with a pure titanium mask sliding over her face and titanium talons capping over her claws when she throws her body forward & up; her frontal arms rising in attempting to hug the large brute with a tenacious grip near his neck, along with an opened maw that greedily searched for flesh to bite down on. if he wanted to make her fight for it, she would.. only to refuse him altogether later for the mistakes he made. she was not one who forgave.

"talk" "think"