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Word Count » 314 :: Sorry for the wait and the quality. >.> They'll be better! I have muse!
Her excitement over the pelt itself had faded, turning into irritation that the handsome leader might have hidden something from her in the way of wounds; already he was missing his tail, which caused her to wonder what other vile things the dead creature had done to the Boss. Of course, he would have none of it. Nonchalance rolled into his features and words as he crossed his arms and moved away from her. Fiery eyes watched as he approached the collection of sharp objects, picking one out before moving towards the handsome pelt on the floor. His acid eyes didn't return to her. She grimaced. Yet, despite her clear distaste of his inability to confide in her, he turned on to a new subject. The dagger in his hand worked to remove the paws from the skin, muscles in his shoulders and back distracting the fae Witch from her outrage and replacing it with the familiar sensation of want, and a moment passed before she heard his voice again.
His request didn't surprise her, though faint interest colored her usual sour facade. He wanted their mark, the mark of the family, the inward pointing arrows that she herself had yet to request. Black-rimmed lips pulled upwards into a charismatic smile. "You trust me to does this for t'you, mi querido?" she asked, approaching her Lord and Leader with the androgynous-yet-elegant sashay she kept. Feminine hands found her hips as she halted before him. "You ahren't ahfraid that aye mait take ahdvantage ahft the situation?" Oh, she would never harm her handsome leader, she merely liked the position of power she was given in his request. Carefully, she crouched, letting one hand rest on the cold ground beneath them in order to keep her balance in her lowered position. Fiery eyes watched his hands. What was he doing? "Whaye not leave it whole?"