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From the cradle to the grave, now no one will be saved!

She growls softly in frustration, looking toward her home, and back at the wolf laying dead before her. A temporary weakness has found her, it would seem, and one she would need to keep watch over. Her past had given her worse than this, and she is sure as sunshine that there will be worse to come. One ear twists as she catches a whisper of movement just off to the side and behind her, and that alabaster face twists so suddenly it seems as if the white demon has broken her neck. A fierce stare is given to the other, his words nearly missing their mark as Jaidah stands in a fight ready pose in a flash. Never mind the pain lancing up her spine from the motion, she could ignore the now familiar ache, but a threat she could not.

His words register, and she tilts her head, finally cracking a smirk as he licks his lips. "If you don't mind. How very helpful of you to offer." Her girlish, tinkling voice trickles from her lips, moving back to show only the best of intentions. Her tail waving comfortably over her hips, Jaidah eyes the male as he speaks again, once more bringing a smile to her pretty, blood stained lips. "And just what would your price be? I have recently come into wealth of my own, I may yet be able to pay it, but I would need to know what you require before I can agree." She could not agree to anything before she knew the terms. To do otherwise would be foolish, and if this wolf was out for literal blood, agreeing without knowledge would certainly lead to folly. She was no fool, she did not charge into things blindly, otherwise she would not have what she did now.

Looking down at the wolf, she knows she could refuse, bring someone lighter home. It would be no trouble to go and find another to sate her hunger and the hunger of others in her care. Either way, she sits and watches curiously as her new company moves, wondering just what he was going to do with the wolf she brought down.

mistress, five, 35in/150lbs, no one held down, no one captivated,
created widow & gehenna (x Reaver),
Night Mother of Asteraia
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