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Subject: NOTHING HURTS LIKE YOUR MOUTH


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Jarek
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Date Posted: 06/21/09 7:50:36pm
In reply to: Verda Thorne 's message, "::Leader of the Pack::" on 06/21/09 7:21:42pm




Jarek
NOTHING HURTS LIKE YOUR MOUTH

He toyed with the lingering scent of the man he'd spoken to, he was in Verda's presence again but almost couldn't wait to be free of her, to seek out that scent in the night and finish what Verda should have. No one touched her...Least of all a disgusting human idiot. She was as composed as ever, he felt the power in her company and it made Jarek feel rather at home. Even if he'd have liked to chomp all these humans and lesser oddballs that continued to makes eyes at her.

A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips when her response finally came...He knew it was no attempt to be calm in public, rather it was a warning...A chance for him to settle his ass into the booth before she did it for him...piece by piece if the need be. Still, he waited a second longer than most would have dared to before settling across from her, eyes lowered, directed away. He didn't speak again, letting her address him even though it went against his desires at the moment. From the outside he looked like a sullen companion, but he was bursting to have her speak to him, even to scold... That would soon wear off and he'd be back to himself once more, you didn't miss someone for very long once you'd found them.

ALL YOUR MENTAL ARMOR DRAGS ME DOWN
YOU GAVE ME THIS
WEREWOLF
MADE ME GIVE
23 YEARS
YOU HAVE SOUL MACHINE


(bah, short)

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