06-06-2008, 09:10 AM
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His grin grew, bearing snow-white fangs past blackened lips in a vicious expression. "Oh, there are many purposes for a wolf," he mused, claws again tracing the edge of his muzzle as though deep in thought—other hand twisting a lock of hair in a most effeminate manner. He shifted position then, rising from where he lay on the ground on his belly, moving toward the she-wolf against the tree to crouch before her. Hand moved toward her muzzle to cradle it against his palm, expression changing to an almost adoring, gentle look uncharacteristic of a typical Lykoi. "Would you like to be my puppet?" he asked in a soft tone, crimson gaze never moving from her emerald eyes. "I'm sure I could find a thousand uses for one such as you. You'd be my favorite puppet—I promise."