Like a Lost Astronaut
07-24-2014, 11:44 PM
And just like that, the grey canine was right behind her. She always had been, for at least the last five minutes, simply observing her. She was an odd one, this Abigail, and personally, she was intrigued. Vendetta hadnt moved since she'd arrived, staying at least two feet behind her; but when she withdrew from the water, they were so much more closer. Should the female simply lean back, their fur would touch. Of course, Ven would take this opportunity to make an impression. She leaned forward, holding her head by her ear as she spoke a sultry, "Hello Abigail." Her voice was low, sounding almost masculine, and incredibly smooth. It seemed as if not a flaw could be found in it, not a hint of true emotion whatsoever. That was just how she worked; but it wasn't like she didn't have feelings.. she just chose not to show them. Was that a crime? mobile "Speech" |