My devil danced with his demon.
12-29-2013, 11:28 AM
She wouldn't wait long until the russet dame spoke, sarcasm lacing her words and a small chuckle erupted from her chest. They had to be related, glancing at the male as the woman spoke of him, she nodded slightly. With a slight smirk, she spoke to the russet woman. "We must be related, spitfire." The words were calm with a slight warm temperature to them, and she would look over the oddly marked creature. "Obviously, you've convinced my pack-mate of your worth, Dexter. Welcome to Glaciem. Live up to what you say." Turning away from the pair, she sauntered off into the depths of the forest, leaving the woman whose name she hadn't asked and Dexter. The last bit was a warning to him, and she would retreat into the shadows, going about the rest of her day. -exit roman, unless stopped.- Speech, |
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