Wapun Meadow you spin [m]e round

ikky right now: click

she was too smart for her own good. iliksis froze, meeting her hard gaze but for a second before he looked away as if subservient. 

the quail had not even hit the ground before the dybbuk turned and made his exit, departing in a manner that suggested laurel had well scared him off.

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laurel might have believed herself alone, but another shadow besides her own trailed her through the woods. he spared little time, but waited until laurel's heated gait had cooled, and a semblance of normalcy had returned to her disposition.

it was then the ambusher struck, coming from behind like a malignant shade. his steps were fleet and light, and with a snarl he aimed to strike laurel's proud head downwards, forcing her to the ground. her scent overwhelmed him, and a need for insatiable control filled his blood -- if his strike was true, he likely would stun and pin the woman to the ground, and show her what exactly this little freak had in store for her.