When women give you a tight hug, weβre actually figuring out your body mass and how long it would take to eat you.
It was hard to tell if her stare was always quite that dark. Likewise, it was hard to tell if their surroundings had always been so silent, like life around them withheld its breath in anticipation for her answer.
Her gaze trailed over the man before her. It wasnβt predatory, -
Replying to @KenganWarDog
plant a different direction of conversation. It was just as likely an innocent question, so he doubted sheβd do anything drasticβ especially with being a human.
- "Thereβs something called a ππ‘π€π€π ππͺπ£π©." She said, dropping a small crumb to satisfy the hunger of his curiosity and questioning. She leaned over, closer, fangs shown in a half smirk, half snarl.
"The one I can think in most recent memory was in Paris in the -
Her eyes lowered their gaze slightly. Her brow rose with it, arms folded over her chest. She didnβt answer immediately and instead let silence fill the absence of her words for a moment or two longer.
"I wouldnβt necessarily use the word justified." She started to speak. -
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herself was a start, temporarily distancing from the topic and circling back to the beginning.
His indifferent demeanor, a brutish and straightforward nature passing as simply moving onβ was it enough to hide the leading question?
"Please, dear, whoever would I even tell? Itβs all for me and I. Not that anyone ever trusts a vampire anyway."
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Replying to @MALlFlC
"I donβt taste. I only devour." The huntress said, perhaps a little too matter of factly. "It would be best if you are to never offer that again."
Under her tutelage and guidance, the previously dripping ichor stops within midair. It returns back to the minor open wounds, -
She watched the outburst with a look that could not be described as intrigue. Vampires had always been considered enemies to werewolves after all, and she would be a hypocrite to deny that even she had issues with them in the past; she was a frequent gardener of wolfsbane.
Replying to @CruentaMorsu
ββ Those that walk in the night along with us, the ones that desperately cling to the humanity that they falsely possess, those DAMNED moon-watchers. Werewolves, Lycanthropes, I despise them more than any others!"
- nose at the scent of it, but her hunger was mostly sated. Mostly.
Instead, she rose a hand. A thick, red magic swirled in the centre of her palm as she held it there.
"β¦ Also, do you need a small bit of patching up? I would hate for you to make a mess of the floor. You -







