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A short, exhaling sneer seemed to lash out between not-so-sweetly-smiling-now lips as her slender, copper painted wrist was imprisoned by a larger set of fingers adorned with elongated claws. Cream-gloved fingers flexed with the yearning for the male’s blood, but wasn't about to get any. Pupils seemed to dilate within their violent pools of sharp scarlet. Handsome Helotes had really set out to impress her, now hadn’t he? Reflexes were good and his skin was still intact. Disappointing, but it was mandatory for her to approve of this.
The soft fur along her slender spine raised with the arrival of that special thrill that she so adored. Yes! The Triarii had half expected him to lash out with something of a similar nature in retaliation, but he offered her nothing but the release of the hand he so swiftly had caught. But now, the black in her eyes went into full retreat, becoming mere pricks amidst storming seas of blood-red. The fingers on her freed hand curled into a cracking fist as she half-turned her feminine frame from him, watching him position the staff horizontally before him through heavy eyelashes.
Her own hands were empty for a tangible weapon and shield, but it shouldn’t matter much. He had been lucky catching her sudden attack, but she decided that this was luck only. He was doing well in proving himself worthy of her time already though, and she greatly approved of this, but he wouldn’t know this. ”Come on, pup.” The last word could only be interpreted as an insult to his being, but in return it was spoken in the most sensual purr there was.
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