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Posted on March 26, 2013 at 11:34:04 PM by ruvindra
| Along her spine and ruff, her fur stood like knives at his approach - she was kind enough, however, to return his smile. Her lips curled up over her teeth, quivering as they held their position - still, it had been a form of a smile, no? Fear did not come easily for her and at his approach, her head lowered further over her jugular as she took her own slow, lengthy stride towards him, her ears fluttering back in silent warning before shifting forward once more. If he wanted to approach one so clearly maddened then she would allow him to. If fear had been what he had been hoping to incite then he had missed the mark but curiosity, on the other hand, had been spiked. To say the least, it had been a long time since she had seen one so finely built - thick with muscle, filled to the brim with easy confidence and yet she could not help but continuously make the connection. Heyel and Azrael. So large, so confident... yet so much thicker with the air of sinister intent. He was no conniving Angel, no, not quite. "Distate - understatement," she responded, her head slowly tilting on its axis as her eyes widened slighly, almost shocked by his own apparent disapproval of the bloodline. "They take and take but now... time to take from them." As if a switch had been flicked, her lips fell over her teeth and into a warm smile - it was all too pleasant, this idea that another felt so poorly as she. Her body, however, did not shift and remained poised and ready for assault; she was no fool when it came to confrontation. Often enough, she was adept at using her words to rid herself of an issue but in such a state, she would entrust her physique. A small growl slipped from her mouth as he began to circle her, her gaze following him for the most part - when it could not, her ears flickered back. Only a coward attacked from behind or from the shadows - only a coward like Azrael would sneak in behind another and take them. She would have to trust that he was no coward like them but her instincts told her he was a new brand of dangerous. He spoke once more, his strange accent so thick and yet his words captivated them. Where they were? How... what a silly question. They were everywhere. They were wrapped into so many bloodlines. So many packs. Everywhere. A chuckle rose in her throat as she suddenly pivoted to face him, her jaws charging forward until they snapped shut little less than a foot or so. "Share the death," she spoke quietly, her eyes finding his in the darkness, "And I shall take you to them. Their blood - it is owed to me."  |
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