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wheee..


         He did not seem overly impressed by the quality of her beautiful necklace. She would have been disappointed had it not been obvious by now that the two of them were night and day brought together in an abandoned mall. They were poles designed to exist apart from each other, and she could feel her body’s need to drive him away, fiercer than usual because his personality totally rubbed her the wrong way. Her neck prickled feverishly, but she remained silent as he investigated her beautiful piece of art and shot off a lame reply. Did he mean to insult her like that? Stripped for taste, that was for certain. She lifted her muzzle upwards in an arrogant angle along with a disgusted snort before she turned from him.

What else could she expect from a wolf anyway? She regretted tucking away her sword, but she was skilled in more than just swordplay. She twisted around and set out to deliver a lazy side kick aimed in his general direction, wishing to see him jump away and leave her the hell alone. His presence could have been accepted had he not been so goddamn useless and negative. The Lykoi had no patience for this and action spoke louder than words.


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lulz, end here?



He had already been here long enough. Her red gaze and even her scent started to bother him. Heath felt as if he was not normally this annoyed so easily, but what he needed to tolerate in his packlands was far different then this. With the twist of her snobbish nose his eyes narrowed. His own turned away, disgusted by the sight of her. He wondered what made the Inferni coyotes think that they were much more privileged then the rest.

The sharp pressure against his leg was unexpected, and amber eyes shot up at her dark framed face. His frown deepened, and the deep beginnings of a growl started to rise in his throat. There was nothing left for him here, and as annoying as she was the fight was not worth his time and effort. He was one to do so; and so Heath turned from her gruffly whispering under his breath, Bitch and then reached for the articles that he had put down when first entering the store.

There were so many better things to occupy his time.


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