This Doesn't Look Like New Orleans
10-05-2014, 02:56 PM
It seemed as if danger was attracted to her, but who or what was not attracted to such a divine creature such as herself? Her fun would end seemingly as quickly as it had began - interrupted by an annoying feminine timbre and the one that possessed it quickly brushed up next to the man she was trying to woo. Ah, but immediately she understood that the gal was the man's mate. What a sad pair they seemed to make. If she were capable of laughter, there would have been an endless chorus of it. But no man was worth having if he would slither off to another woman - if that was her concern; however, the bastard was, to her own dismay, loyal. This was clear from the man's vacant expressions. Eyes drifted slowly to the female, careful to lock onto her gaze without a single hint of fear or concern. Indeed, if needed, she could leave them both in a pile of remains. A simple reminded of who the two of them used to be; however, she was not hungering the taste of blood. She simply wanted no more than a ravaging embrace from a willing male. Mm, but you are mistaken. You should not blame me for any ill intentions - it your mate who is guilty of any forbidden actions. He spoke not a word of you, my friend. Perhaps, that is questionable especially with my obvious advances. Ah, she would speak the truth and nothing less. She had no reason to deny her actions. Besides, the man deserved it since he dared to dub her harlot. It was the truth, and she knew that. Though, none other would taint her name with such disgraceful terms. No, only she could do that. Ah, but only you wish I could be your harlot. What an interesting way to introduce me to your wife. Alone. . . with a harlot. Eyes would shift slowly to the man before her - a coldness overcoming her flirtatious gaze. Perhaps, hopefully, his mate would find it undesirable as well. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
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