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Manicured nails beat out a steady rhythm against her glass, sending the slightest of ripples through her Stoli. She paused long enough to bring the clear liquor to her crimson painted lips, letting the vodka burn a path from t
hose lips to her belly, savoring the slow spread of warmth from her belly to the tips of her toes. But as soon as the glass touched the bar, those white tipped nails started up their bored rhythm once more. It seemed like there was nothing to do in this town but drink anymore. People threw partys from time to time, but that was just social drinking. With her brother gone, the word had turned so... Mundane. So boring.
Violet gaze turned from her own refection above the bar as the door was pulled open, watching the stranger as he
slipped in from the snow. The steady beat of her nails on the glass slowed to a halt as she watched this newcomer. He was something new, something different from the usual males here. As his gaze scanned the bar, hers made an easy assessment of him, head to toe. There were a few in town who were built as solidly, though she couldn't say that any of them peaked her interest the way this man was. But then, that might have had something to do with the fact that she had known most of them in their prime, nearly a decade ago. Craig was one hell of a looker, but he was a wolf, and an odd one at that. She glanced at said wolf, leaning casually against the wall beside the front door, almost looking like he was asleep.
She smirked, bringing her drink back to her lips as the burly male made his way over to the bar. Despite the cold draft brought in on the mans heels, there wasn't a goose bump on her bare arms. She loved the snow, the ice and the cold. A good snowstorm, the wind whipping the falling flakes around her body, licking at the ends of her ivory locks. Though as he pulled his dark jacket from his muscled shoulders her thoughts turned to a warm wood fire on said stormy night. Flames licking high and hot, Wood cracking and popping under the strain of the flames... She smirked devilishly, turning that violet gaze back to the mirror over the bar. She could watch the whole place in that mirror, it was one of the reasons she loved this bar
Sabrina Snow
Demi-Godess
This shining city built of gold
A far cry from innocence
There's more than meets the eye here
Look to the waters of the deep
A city of evil
There sat a seven-headed beast
Ten horns raised from his head
Symbolic woman sits on his throne
But hatred strips her and leaves her naked
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