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Subject: Trail of Tears..For you at Least


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Kazan
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Date Posted: 15:21:38 09/23/04 Thu
In reply to: Meria 's message, "~Though she looked a little worried and weak~" on 14:17:14 09/23/04 Thu



crania tilting slightly at his friend words he turns his focus back to the girl before pools narrow. smooth thick silken pelt rippling across his muscular frame as he moves forward. The wicked gleam in his pools sparkling with the thought of her trying to get away. It could be fun to catch her if she runs mental speech flowing like a winter breeze to Ria. tongue moving out to slowly run over his lips allowing a fang bared grin to move over his features. The grin quite comical if it had not been so twisted and showing his pleasure in the pain they would be causing her. dial almost close enough for his muzzle to touch the girls chest. sword sliding across his back Kazan settles before her too close for comfort his glance unwavering though he was always at ready. perhaps we have a use for the child? words taunting mockingly pleasant. I am sure we could find it shifting forward once more to pin her into the wall if she did not struggle to hard bring forepaws to rest on her chest near her shoulders. nose pressing up against her neck breathing in her smell as he shifts in never missing a beat. pulling back slightly still holding her to the wall he looks upon her silently before pulling her forward slightly only to slam her back. we are done listening to your insults..you are coming with us his expressions blank of anything though the glimmer in his optic had never left. Having never even seen a tv he was clueless as well about the names but was sure by her tone they were an insult.





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