Swiftcurrent Creek lovesick i got that fever

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The seventh sense had the fur prickling down Lita's spine. Someone was looking at her. She could feel it. Burning into the back of her skull like some invisible laser. She turns slowly, piercing blue eyes scanning the landscape. 

When she sees him, she knows him immediately. She had not burned their faces into her mind carelessly. They were ironed there- so when she sees this multicolored man, it's like looking at a familiar wanted poster. He was the one who had banished her. She hadn't forgotten. Perhaps not as bold with his insults as the pirate, but he was one of them all the same. 

Eyes narrowing, fur spiking up further along her back. Lolita couldn't help the raising of her black lips, unsheathing iron fangs. She could feel the ice in her veins growing coldder and colder as she came closer quickly in bold strides, intending to pounce head-on, tackle him. Oh, how she wanted to taste his blood!