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a few short seconds was all it took for bijou to make her mind.

the male came close, revealing a scar which tore above his lip like a fissure. bijou wondered after that scar -- who was the progenitor, what was the circumstance, and did that beast still walk earthside?

that alone saved the snow-furred brute from a bijou-spun end; he was interesting, for now.

she swung to face him, regarding him with shard-glass eyes that held little kindness. the floor was his, if he wished to speak -- and if he didn't, bijou might suddenly be inclined to find his presence interesting no longer.