Kintla Flatlands guns for hands

ciervo stahp

[size=medium]"sell your soul not your whole self"[/size]

[size=small]The man's mocking threat was nothing compared to his next actions. As the devious man he was there was no way the Ostrega would refuse to elaborate more on his little charade. With lips curling back again over his pink gums he stepped towards the female. Despite he was not in the mood for a round two he would not let the female know this. With all the seriousness of the case he continued to step towards the girl, his eyes narrowing like those of a puma that hovers over an injured animal.

"It'll be quick --but I can't assure it will be painless" he barked, his voice slurring eerily as part of his act. Being the eldest of his litter meant nothing to the young spirited OStrega. Games were his life and his life was a game, and nothing would ever change that as far as he was concerned. Soon the coywolf had reached the female, his snarling muzzle hovering temptatively close to the female's own (jokingly) shivering face.

Now there were a million things that could go wrong.
For one his joke could be believed (which was kinda the point), causing the female to react anywhere between amusement and aggression depending on her interpretation.
Still, there were a million reasons more that made Ciervo want to keep going.

"Die" he breathed, his teeth snapping a couple of inches over Kesuk's cheek as he emitted a low, teasing, growl. The game they were playing was too good. The temperature of their encounter was rising, and not exactly because of the crashing of his hot breath over her skin.

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