Sashimi on the Rocks
02-02-2014, 09:59 AM
Poison dripping off my fangs... D?gmar rose sensuously to her feet with the grace of a lion as she turned to the femme that had so rudely interrupted her reverie. The fae was large and carried herself with confidence and presence, clearly a wolf used to bossing others around, hence why her comment sounded far to much like a command for D?gmar's taste. If the femme were a respected superior in the pack then it would've been different. But as far as she knew this rogue was merely a rogue, intent on ordering her about. Or she was perhaps a scavenger. Come to steal D?gmar's hard-earned catch. That sounded right. The odd-eyed faes gurgling stomach had not escaped D?g's velveteen audits. A cruel smile spread across her face as her voice dripped in sarcasm. "Gee? what could I be doing? I'm eating, twit. Maybe I'll make a snack out of your pet next." The fox hadn't gone beyond her notice and while it was curious to see one lingering so close to a wolf, her eyes remained on Raisa, fur and hackles already raised. |
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