“Scratch my back, or I’ll snap your’s.”

Morgan · February 04, 2019, 12:46 PM

Women talking back and just being plain rude. Just askin’ for a right cuff on the side of that pretty head. The brute wasn’t no barbarian to women, but this was what made men so damn abusive to their opposite gender- them goddamn mouths.

“In fact, good idea- you ‘ont gotta move then. Stay your pretty ass there, and I will do sumthin’ bout it.”

Making a stalking heave of steps forward, he made for her, heavy body clearly capable in a good brawl. He ain’t wanna snatch her up, but goddamnit she was pushin him. Bark hued tail stood out as thick limbs moved their steel bound titan forth, gold champagnes melted iron as he stared her down just a as she did him.

“Yea- You was spose to let it go- ‘less you suicidal and feel like cuffin up with a man. As many other varmint there is round here, ya had plenty a’ options. Now if I gotta tell you another time, you ain’t gone be able to take shit witcha other than dead ass to hell.”