10-20-2008, 05:51 PM
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Iskata is big and mean and mean to Lucifer indentHer words stung him, deeper and harder than the knife that Deuce had stabbed him with. Sharper, then any bee stuck in his tender paw pads. He had his body just about all the submission that he had ever showed in his lift then to anyone other than Phasma. After that he had never had to tuck his tail and show submission, Deuce had never demanded he showed it….well…he was always a higher rank then she was, but there had been times when he gave her the pitiful look and ask for her forgiveness. The male dared not to look to the leader of these lands, he knew she could be quite curl, and her words proved just that. He wasn’t stupid, foolish maybe, stupid no. He nodded his head, agreeing with her not trying to fight with her, he had to make I clear to Deuce he wanted to be with her, he wanted to be different. He wasn’t going to say he was a changed being, because…he wasn’t. He wanted to be though. indentThen there her question came, he could tell her how he was the leader of the pack, and how he was nearly a leader of Jaded Shadows, till the fire happened. He was there when Shadow was killed, and Deuce miscarried. He was there to take care of her, and once she started to get to round to care for her-self, the black male took care of her. But really none of that mattered. Squishing his eyes shut he lowered his head and body further, bring in tail to lay on his stomach. ”Nothing.” She was a wizard with her words. |