02-21-2009, 11:39 PM
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-- ----------faster, faster.. the lights are turnin' red Her offer had (at least temporarily) been ignored and Talitha's mild suspicion was matched by her own. Giving a subtle, silent command to Charger, she directed him to retreat a hair. Any time someone refused to acknowledge the boundary regarding the raccoon, she automatically took it as a threat on his life. Maserati wasn't terribly concerned that this girl would attack her companion when there was already enough food to fill both their bellies before them, but she wasn't really one to take unnecessary risks. Unfortunately, it was safer to default to this assumption. She'd been with the raccoon since birth and the thought of him simply becoming someone's under-appreciated lunch was too much to bear. |