08-26-2008, 09:06 PM
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 Faolin MogotsiFaolin swallowed the ball that was forming in her throat and cutting off her air way. Horrified of the shiny object that Andrezej wielded in his hand. Her tail last back and forth, eyes wide with anticipation. Her and Corona were the only things in between Talitha and him it seemed. Gabriel went for the strike and Faolin almost yelped as the knife slashed down and out of reach of his skin. Her legs nearly buckled but she was able to stand straight and watch, horrified. That knife was the only thing that would give him any kind of advantage. Letting out a loud, vicious snarl she stalked a few steps away from her daughter, legs bunching up beneath her. She was ready to leap, teeth bared if Anselm were to miss she was going right for it. His fucking wrist would be detached from his body if it was all she could manage. Other than that she wanted his throat if she could. you don't define me. |