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TheFoxMaiden
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Talea sucked in her breath when his skin brushed against hers, and a slight bit of color raised to her cheeks. "I'd figured you weren't going to be dumb enough to fall for my act. A pity really." She reached for the glass of rum to wet her sudden dry lips. This man was good, and she knew there was a lot more below the surface. "My name is Talea...." She paused for a brief moment, there was no need for him to know her full name. " Just Talea. I'm just your everyday woman with a fancy knife collection." Talea tilted her head knowing he would know better, there was no reason to put on another charade.
Her voice came out as a whisper, "I'm the type that use to hunt your precious little pet. However, I grow tired of hunting dogs. I came here in search of a new game." The sentence itself just rolled off her tongue. She shifted slightly from one leg to the other. Pondering what this man known as Todd really was. He sounded ancient to her, a young antique right before her eyes. One hand reached up to twirl one strand of red hair between her fingertips.
"What do you want Todd?" The words just blurted out with no remorse. There had to be a reason other than a pleasant conversation. She continually let her thoughts invade her mind. Over analyzing every bit of detail, and it was a terrible habit. She dropped her hand from her hair to lift her glass once again.
Her voice came out as a whisper, "I'm the type that use to hunt your precious little pet. However, I grow tired of hunting dogs. I came here in search of a new game." The sentence itself just rolled off her tongue. She shifted slightly from one leg to the other. Pondering what this man known as Todd really was. He sounded ancient to her, a young antique right before her eyes. One hand reached up to twirl one strand of red hair between her fingertips.
"What do you want Todd?" The words just blurted out with no remorse. There had to be a reason other than a pleasant conversation. She continually let her thoughts invade her mind. Over analyzing every bit of detail, and it was a terrible habit. She dropped her hand from her hair to lift her glass once again.