Hanging by a thread
09-04-2014, 10:43 PM
He would stiffen, it was barely noticeable but she caught it. A sly grin curled her features. Did he have feels for the russet bitch? Interesting... Sharpened eyes would note of the way he leaned away from her as she moved in, though he didn't take a step. He was like play dough. A chuckle would roll off her tongue when he spoke. He wanted to know her intentions. A wicked gleam filled her eyes as she thought about toying with him. "Perhaps." She would draw the word out with sultry tones. "I'm more interested in establishing a standing, figuring out who are my friends, and who are my enemies." The last word dangled her lips in a silent threat. Did he want to make an enemy out of her? Was he willing to take that risk. She would finally fall silent, allowing him a moment to think it over before responding. From his first impression, she did not want an alliance between them. He was not strong enough. He would never survive a war. Nor would he survive her. Eyes would dark with wicked intent. Should she rip this man from the russet bitch in retribution for losing her crown? HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE |
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