Phoenix Maplewood What's the time, Mr Wolf

It was like watching a kid fail at an attempt to stick up for themselves.

Simatra tossed her head in a dignified manner, lips peeling back in an annoyed snarl as her cranium came to rest mere whiskers away from her aggressors own snout. Rationality was all but forgotten, replaced by an itch to attack as frustration sliced holes in her mind. "I did help you," she hissed, "Or are you just too ignorant to realise that?" Her retort was harsh, and she ignored the demon's claim. This was a waste of time.

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