Her ears were back, and her tail in between her legs, the fae started to quiver. Though se may look like something close to a fawn under a wolf's grasp, her head started to think quite clearly, for Murhaaja was not frightened or shocked by her story in the least. She forced some tears to go down her cheeks, yet again, and sighed slightly. "I- I guess not actually, just telling that story made me feel better." Though the fae usually didn't come out of character so quickly, she just hated to play a character like this. "And plus, I wouldn't need your sympathy if that even had happened to me." The demoness's posture stood up, almost like an alpha, she licked the tears off her cheeks, and gazed at the male with hardened blue eyes. |