Can't Kill What's Already Dead
#8
[html]
http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... le6767.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">

Svara gave her a glance that said it all. Her yellow eyes held humor and slight interest. "Yes I'm always a bitch. Not everyone can shit rainbows and sunshine." The red she wolf chuckled out enjoying her obtrusive nature. Since she had no problem convying her nature, Svara figured she should have even more fun. Stalking closer to the she wolf she stopped right before her, leather collar hanging loose around her neck, and her scars even more persevable.

The red she wolf was tall on her long legs and her lean body, she wasn't small in the least, but she wasn't all that intimidating either. "Svara. That's my name. Am I garanteed you'll leave me alone now or do you want to just chill here and exchange scar stories?" Her voice was dry and none to welcoming, a fire snapping at the end of it. Then again she never had a welcoming voice.

[/html]


Messages In This Thread

Forum Jump: