Blacktail Deer Plateau the witching hour

As she suspected, Lasher returned her quip with a taste of his own wit causing a grin to slip across the Blackthorn's lips. "I have no doubt," she assured him. He was a rather tasty-looking male, although a little skinny for her taste. She liked her men big and meaty, like Finn. Wait, what? The sudden popping up of the silver man in her head took her by surprise, and she brushed it away almost as quickly as it had come up although her mind still echoed dully with curiosity as to how in the heck he had gotten up in her brain in the first place.

Lasher certainly assisted with her attempts at forgetting when he brought up something much, much more important than boys--FOOOOD. "Oh my god yes please," she responded, "I feel like I could eat the entire fucking world." If appearance was supposed to be any indication of personality, Fin would have thrown that concept for a loop. She was a picture of grace and femininity--sweet doe eyes and daintily built. And then she spoke. And it was like a bag of rotten meat spewing out of a garbage disposal. I exaggerate, but hyperbole ftw bitches. I'm in a weird mood.

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