12-04-2008, 01:44 PM
Firefly laughed softly at her mother's sudden show of spitfire. She backstepped in turn with her mother's forward process with a taunting smile upon her maw. She had been nice enough for far too long with the silver and gold Matriarch, now was time to play. She flicked her tail to the side as she leaned against one hindleg, sliding away from her mother as she asked again. "A ghost of a nightmare with crimson orbs.." Her eyes were alight as she tilted her head with that mocking tone coming back into play. "he said to ask about Aiji" It was like a game to her, when her mother became angry and fear scent mingled with her own musky tones. She flashed that smile again as she went on.
"Oh, but momma! He was.." her words drifted off as she laughed, a sickly sweet sound, like a woman leading her new toy off to play at command and conquer. Nothing had even taken place though, but she didn't know that. The emotion that seemed to have been slapped across her mother's face was too much as the girl fluttered her lashes. "he was.. such a gentleman.." Any of her siblings would have killed her for taking it this far, but truthfully she didn't care. She'd never respected her mother for more reasons than one, all learned after looking back in time upon her childhood and how the woman had allowed her own mate to run and ruin her life so. She hated her father, the words he'd written had never been read, burned and left for ashes in a fireplace, tossed out like the garbage that he was. So fitting she would be their protege, a worthless whore in the eyes of others.
"Oh, but momma! He was.." her words drifted off as she laughed, a sickly sweet sound, like a woman leading her new toy off to play at command and conquer. Nothing had even taken place though, but she didn't know that. The emotion that seemed to have been slapped across her mother's face was too much as the girl fluttered her lashes. "he was.. such a gentleman.." Any of her siblings would have killed her for taking it this far, but truthfully she didn't care. She'd never respected her mother for more reasons than one, all learned after looking back in time upon her childhood and how the woman had allowed her own mate to run and ruin her life so. She hated her father, the words he'd written had never been read, burned and left for ashes in a fireplace, tossed out like the garbage that he was. So fitting she would be their protege, a worthless whore in the eyes of others.