
Posted by Black Angel on October 20, 2009, 10:19 pm, in reply to "†Different Tastes†"
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The fae began to raise her head after finishing her drink. She wasn't trouble by the silence, though something in it was unnerving. She was about to turn her head completely to look at Crepuscule when her legs were suddenly bound together. Within seconds, the white fae fell to the ground, her green eyes wide with fear. Black Angel was not a fighter, she never had been. However, instinct kicked in quick. Fire erupted between herself and the other wolf by way her the only blessing she possessed. It wasn't a large fire, but hopefully it was enough to deter him.
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