It's Hard To Dance With The Devil On Your Faith

N/A · 07-17-2014, 09:19 AM

Ah, he loved how the lady played along with his game. Yes, life was meant to be enjoyed. Life was not meant to be a punishment. . . a prison like most lived it. This was all a game and the earth was our playing board. Watching the moves one other decide to make and carefully choosing our next move according to theirs, all the while savoring every moment of it.

With a devilish, yet flirtatious grin he responded to her question.I have many tricks I could show you, Princess. He winked slyly following his sentence.

A masculine voice interrupted their conversation - a voice in which was laced with anger. Winter raised his feminine-appearing frame from the terrain, now facing the newcomer. The new male's stance mirrored his voice; he stood as if he were ready to attack. Winter held a regal posture, head held high and relaxed as if the newcomer's presence did not worry him in the least. Winter had no desire to fight, but he was not going to allow one to make a coward of him. We will be on our way then, stranger. Winter nudged Misha to encourage her to leave the wintry scene with him.

-exits S.S. Antiox-

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