from the mind of a stoner

*Fiamette* · 08-21-2014, 01:40 PM

She manages to stop just in time, her claws gripping the earth below them as she puts the halt on her forward movement. They stand inches from each other now, and she feels the desire to back up grip her conscious, but before she can do so the male moves back. She stands motionless, not a single emotion present in her features. Her expression is dull, lifeless, uncaring. He gives his name after saying an unnecessary apology, and she responds with her own title. "My name is Fiamette Sovari." She offers him, her expression still void of all emotion. She stares at him, her volcanic gaze examining him from head to toe. She had been running into a lot of strangers lately, and she wanted to remember them for future usage.

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