Sleeping Dragon what you need is an older guy,

another lull; sobeille wished to crack open that enigmatic mind and see every spark as it ran along the muradoii’s neural archway; what she would do to know of such power.

when sivaak’s gaze slid back to her, it carried bite to it. sobeille stepped back warily, tail stirring once by her hock. of course it matters. she lifted her chin just enough to signal her resolve: no — i be wanting to know ‘ow to never let one get close enough to leave traces of themselves on me. she motioned to the scar on her lip, the missing fang too: already dey leave these things on me. no more.