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Morphine


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05-22-2013, 03:34 PM
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"Speech." Thought. 721.



Her sleek figure shied away from the excess water that the brute had sent soaring in her direction as he attempted to shake the droplets that clung to his slick and matted white fur, the action on both of their parts completely redundant as they were both completely drenched and would remain that way until the rainfall declined, which would probably be long after their encounter reached its conclusion for the thick clouds did not look eager to part ways any time soon. Although the rain deducted from her otherwise enticing appearance which she direly needed in her current situation, Morphine was in no rush to relieve herself from the heart of the storm and would not drag her newest companion off to greener pastures; the dark setting fit her mood and intentions perfectly, after all. She could have answered his previous inquiry with a response similar to those thoughts, but she was in no position to reveal exactly what it was she desired from this male ? not yet. She would keep up her little game until he satiated her craving; if only he would play back.


His verdant gaze remained fixated upon the area that Morphine had originated from even as she stalked around his figure as if he were an animal of prey that she was dying to leap in and tear through, which allowed the woman a slight insight to his personality; he was either confident or underestimated her capabilities. If it was the latter, the picky wench would abandon her company then and there ? there was no way in hell that the chosen sire to her future whelps would be so foolish to underestimate a stranger, no matter how petite or frail they appeared. But she?d give the male the benefit of the doubt and would assume he possessed a borderline arrogant attitude, which was never something the woman would frown upon. If he was comfortable where he stood ? hey ? she was not one to look upon him with disdain, so long as he didn?t come off as if he were superior to canine-kind or her.


The ice queen halted towards his side, her figure facing the opposite direction of the male so that her muzzle was positioned closer to his rump than his own muzzle, but a comfortable enough distance away without forcing an awkward tension between the both of them. A sinister smirk warped her features as the male spoke, his accusations greeting her auditory system and igniting irritation within her as she realized she was not as good of an actress as she had hoped. Her pupils wavered towards his own, her metallic eyes flashing with amusement as she let slip a chuckle so different from the former and giddy giggle she had offered him moments ago. ?I?m uncertain as to whether or not I should interpret that as a compliment to my intelligence if you are to presume I?m nothing like a common female.? Had she been a feminist woman, Morphine undoubtedly would have taken offense to the term the male had utilized, but luckily for the brute, he had encountered a female who shared similar views to his own. But he had been correct ? she was nothing like the foolish females who flung themselves so desperately at the feet of males in hopes of obtaining love. On the contrary, Morphine desired no such thing ? love was a concept she would never understand and would not hope to understand.


Her ears flicked forward to catch him name as he spoke it, nodding to display that she had registered his title without recoiling with her own as he had asked of her. Instead, she took a moment mulling over her thoughts, internally conflicted over whether or not she should share her intentions with the male or continue to play games ? the first path seemed much simpler. ?Morphine,? she proclaimed at last, her jaws remaining unhinged with the notion that she was not entirely finished with her speech. ?If you wish for my bluntness then I shall oblige to you. You were right in assuming I want something from you; however, I will warn you that it is an odd request and one that many females don?t make.? She would grant him with this warning, allowing him the opportunity to leave before things became odd.