A Thorn In My Side

The femme was too distracted, her vanity shining through all of her better senses. She didn't hear the male sneaking up, not until his baritone reached her ears. Shocked, she quickly fell into the easiest facade she had, the vixen. Blinking the shock away from her violet eyes, they grew warmer and slitted as she observed the multi-hued gentleman. A vision flashed before her eyes, a silver and black wolf replacing that before her. 'My dearest Othello.' She heard in her head, and shook the ghost of him mentally. She knew that he would haunt her, that he would replace every male who came into her sights. He occupied a simple space in her mind, but still managed to over take her. Determined, she gritted her teeth before putting on a coy smile. She would show Crucifix what he was missing.

"Assistance would be lovely, dear sir." She called him that once. His response had been anger, but it was her latter words that upset him. No! Get out of her head! Blinking slowly, she looked down at the male, only the rock she was on giving her an advantage to his height. It would help to get someone else to pull the wheat from her creamy fur.

Othello swung her elongated tail before her, presenting it to the beast before her. Cru told her she had a sexy tail, he seemed to never be able to take his eyes off of her. Cursing inwardly, her tail tip thumped on the rock in slight irritation. He would just not leave her head, would he? But she would beat his ghost from her mind, he couldn't rule her life like this, not when he had already pushed her away twice. "My poor tail is covered in the wheat, can you help me?" Her vocals were a few octaves higher, playing innocent and sweet. But in her swirling eyes there lay something else, the more flirtatious part that she wished to play. She was the star actress in this play, and it seemed that Cru was pulling the strings. A puppet. Her very soul was a puppet to him.