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james miles

with her craw sufficiently filled she turned on her little elbows, scuttling towards james like some violently disfigured creature. her yellow gaze met his own and she studied him --down to the very strangeness of his voice and the committed insistence of his presence.

of all creatures on this green earth to try to kindle a conversation with, caiaphas was likely the least eligible -- the effort would be frustrating and absolutely unrewarding, not unlike pouring water on a timid fire. "blood james. i like the color blood." she turned her red muzzle towards him with a wicked smile, licking her gums. "so, since you're still here -- what would be your favorite way to die?" because you know, as if caiaphas was capable of killing a perfectly hale wolf.