Kintla Flatlands guns for hands

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

[size=small]He did not want her trust, or her faith. He was not a criminal, but he was not a saint -- even if in the gold glimmer of his eyes there was a certain magnetism that could be mistaken for interest in her specifically, she held no real appeal to him; not in that sense anyways.
Yet, the same could not be said of her.
Even if she held her heart on Koda, she seemed to have taken her ring off for this little while, for her actions, bordered dangerously the line between the innocence and sin.

With his lips curled back and his ears slicked back over his skull the Ostrega allowed his breath to clash with her skin, a gesture that despite building up the tension inside the female's heart, sought to tempt his luck. How far would she go for the sake of not breaking character? How much longer could he keep avoiding concequences with his charms? How many more souls could he corrupt before karma got back to bite him?

It seemed that life would give him this win too.
Slowly, and quite unexpectedly the female tipped her head back, exposing the entirety of her vulnerable throat before his very eyes. Incredible. A lamb pleading to be sacrified, a volunteer to his first murder.
With no real script to follow, the two were playing the game by ear -- that if they were playing at all..

Suddenly, with his jaws breaking open and his eyes narrowing into sliths of gold, he clamped his jaw shut.
His teeth not piercing skin, but merely pulling on a feral tuft of fur that hung from her exposed neck.

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