ima start a riot

*Fiamette* · (This post was last modified: 07-02-2014, 10:30 AM by Fiamette.)

A chocolate hued man would emerge from the shadows, and immediately her eyes would roll across the padded muscle that encased his larger body, intimidation painfully present within her features. Volcanic orbs would narrow to slits, velveteen lips quirking into the faint curve of a devilish smirk. "Not someone- something." She responds, her tone emotionless and detached although the expression on her face suggested otherwise. She would flag the meager defenses she instinctively knew to uphold, her audits folding flat against her skull, her lips curling to expose her fangs, her chin tucking to protect her throat, and her hackles bristling along her nape and spine. She would perfect her stance as well, her body lowering slightly to center her balance, her knees bending slightly, her elongated tail raising to align with her spine, and her toes flexing and splaying as she gripped the sand beneath her. "Attack me, peasant. Show me what you got."

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ima start a riot

Fiamette