09-24-2012, 08:55 PM
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Sepirah was not a large canine by any means, but neither was the female in front of her. As she spoke the name of Dahlia de Mai, Sepirah let out a sharp, barking laugh. "Dahlia de Mai is dead," she spat, her hackles rising and her lips rising to expose her fangs as the woman insulted her intelligence. "Who do you think you are?" she snarled, taking a threatening step forward and raising her knife menacingly.
"Make me," Sepirah growled, stepping forward once again; she knew that a larger canine would have been able to take her on easily, but this impudent and tiny wolf held no chance against her alone. "Prove how weak you are to me," she hissed, narrowing her eyes dangerously.