Face filled with contentment as he introduced the opportunity to see the art on a paper. The thought of having to shave down the area where the tattoo would be applied was frightening though. The unease was hidden away before it could establish a base in her ruby eyes. Why she felt such discomfort at the thought was beyond her though. She did not like having such nerves. Samael was the guilty one, not Cotl. Why did she feel such fear at this thought? The young Lykoi still did not know how deep the damage had dug into her when her uncle had raped her. ”I’d like to see the design on the paper.” she said, adding some sugar into her tone. For now the girl believed that she would be so lucky to see the design on paper without having to do anything. She knew little of how designs were made and how they were fitted – she was rather blue eyed on this area. Her copper and black tail danced contently behind her.
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