| Subject: Laughter |
Author:
Letha
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Date Posted: 20:19:40 01/10/03 Fri
In reply to:
Demon
's message, "[.growl.]" on 03:40:54 01/09/03 Thu
The red of another wound zinged her tastebuds and her mind with simple carnal delight, dark and shimmering. She felt him sink into her leg and then vacate again to turn in attack. Experianced and dangerous fangs lashed at her, a scarlet streak welling up on her maw where the ebon male had hit. Brown-red, spiked fur, trademark to the Inner Shadow, rose instictivly, ebon socked limbs treading a few paces back, away from the male. A wicked grin spread, as if pulled upon by marionette strings, eerie, golden eyes ever fixed upon the other's. Parted jaws were eposed in the smirk as long tongue slipped in and out, running over the injury Demon had left. A low chuckle slowly rolled from her vocals as she simply stood, her stance seeming to be something of a cross between defencive and casual. Crimson gushed from her gnawed leg, her paw a bit numb but utterly ignored. What wounds she gained hardly mattered to her, for they made things worse on Letha, and she loved to cause trouble for that one. The Darkness before the bellowing Demon was hardly stupid, but damn near suicidal, under proper conditions.
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