You Have The Right To Remain Violent

The pale hued babe would turn at the sound of a deep voice behind her, the large girl spinning her body around to face him. And there he was, a fucking orange wolf. What in the hell? Anzhelika was beautiful on her behalf.. But, the color orange... Ehh, it would grow on her. Her violet and golden gaze meeting his silver one. "You don't have to be Eric for me to sleep with you," she would say with a low rumble, ivory and creme colored tail thumping against the ground. She liked it when he had called her babe, his voice calling out to her like a fatal attraction. "What's your name, oh firey wolf o' sun?" She would ask with a small giggle escaping from her lips as she looked at the brute, perking her ears up at his direction as she would wait for him to respond.