Storm Watch Butte [M] First impressions are important, and I'm afraid I might mess this one up

 

Machi: Bestie wtf
loool

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She smiled. Grinned and begged like many before. Disgust, hot and forceful, surged through the man-god's veins.

Why don't you fight back, dear? He asked with a quirk of his head, the weight of his paw pressing heavier. Is the promise of riches not enough to entice you to resist? Would torture at my hand truly be the greater reward?

The scent emanating from the jackdaw woman's pelt reached the man, causing his nose to twitch involuntarily. A subtle snarl ghosted across his lip. She did not smell of the others. Instead, the aroma of desert winds and the wild essence of foreign wolves clung to her. She was no mercenary; this was a nobody, or worse—an unpredictable and possibly deranged harlot.