Lake Rodney Code 6-6-6 [MATURE]

Serem may not have been in the mood to try and catch a few fish, but Tzila never turned away from opportunity. One after the other, she placed her front paws in the icy water. The sharp sting of the cold shot up her limbs and along the length of her spine. For only a split second, she questioned her motives. She had never exactly practiced fishing...much.

Then a suave voice broke their peaceful silence. Distinctly male, full of arrogance and a sorry attempt at charm. Her triangular ears swiveled back, her neck twisting so her head may follow suit. He was all over them in an instant, especially Serem. Being a shameless flirt herself, Tzila was familiar with the game he was playing at. Only in her eyes, he was doing a piss poor job. She only ever returned the favor if she found the male likable. Her dark lips peeled away from her gumline while she wheeled slowly to face him. "As a matter of fact, we do mind." She took one measured step after the other towards him, tail upright stiffly. "You seem to be searching for damsels in distress." Her silver eyes glinted with the promise of shit hitting the fan if he didn't high tail it out of here. "We are devils." She hissed, accentuating her words with a growl.