06-17-2008, 02:01 PM
The newcomer broke off the stare first. Deuce felt a moment of triumph before the woman opened her moputh again. A dull feeling of nger was building in the pit of Deuce's stomach, and a soft growl exited her maw beofre she could stop it.
You can bet your sweet ass I'll be keeping him away from you. Her words were clipped, presice, and heavilly tainted with the Irish lilt that showed up at her most emotional. She glared at the female for a moment longer, then turned on her heels and stalked away. If she stayed she might want to rip the face off the newcomer.
You can bet your sweet ass I'll be keeping him away from you. Her words were clipped, presice, and heavilly tainted with the Irish lilt that showed up at her most emotional. She glared at the female for a moment longer, then turned on her heels and stalked away. If she stayed she might want to rip the face off the newcomer.