Whiskey burn
10-12-2014, 08:12 PM
Being a criminal wasn't a bad thing? Boy, was this girl weird! Nemesis snorted again, his mouth falling open in the beginnings of a retort, when suddenly Basanti was flying towards him. Her movements were so sudden, so unexpected, that the boy didn't have time to move. In the blink of an eye, Basanti was across the border and barreling into him. She hit him across the chest, her greater height lifting his front paws off the ground and propelling him backwards. He flailed, front paws scrabbling at her neck in an attempt to remain upright, and when that didn't work, the boy stiffed and fell flat on his back. The air was forced from his lungs in one big whoosh and Nemesis, thoroughly stunned, could only stare at Basanti with wide eyes and a fish out of water expression as he struggled to remember how to breath. "Speaking" Thinking |
