Lion Head Mesa [M]No filter on your mouth

The imp's chest heaved with erratic breaths; her senses engulfed in fires of distress. As Machi's voice pierced through the turmoil, her ears twitched, and she struggled to focus on his words.

"Maaaaaaaahhh-chi." A call between all of his terrible words and even more terrible voice in the moment! Perhaps, more annoyingly, she decided immediately that sex would solve all of her problems.

No. No it would not.

Why was she thinking awful things! Then, now everyone sounded appealing and handsome, and then they sounded absolutely repulsive.

"No. No moose. Does Machi see moose? 'ahma-qu, 'ahmaq!--Ma-chi. Machi should bring me snack if it bothers him so much." She was growing attached to handouts! Food now! Now a plead and a pout. Because she wanted something now.