Slink out the door and get the hell out of there
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Suddenly, so quick you barely see her move, she grabs your arm. Her grasp is firm, her claws barely pricking your skin. | Suddenly, so quick you barely see her move, she grabs your arm. Her grasp is firm, her claws barely pricking your skin. | ||
| - | "Where the hell do you think you're going" she growls. She vague accent that you can't place. | + | "Where the hell do you think you're going" she growls. She has a vague accent that you can't quite place. |
| - | "Um, well it looks like you two have some things to work out, | + | "Um, well it looks like you two have some things to work out, so I umm, really shouldn't be here right now" |
Her yellow eyes lock onto yours. | Her yellow eyes lock onto yours. | ||
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"You do." Bert whines. | "You do." Bert whines. | ||
| - | " | + | "Good boy Bert" |
Bert dejectedly wags his tail. | Bert dejectedly wags his tail. | ||
Revision as of 00:57, 19 March 2010
Head down, you are hoping to get out of there as quickly as possible and in one piece. You don't even bother to pull up your pants as you attempt to shuffle past the Mrs Wolfman.
You have to pass within arms reach of her to get out the door. You hold your breath as you pass close to her. She does not seem to notice you. Her gaze never wavering from the poor whimpering wolf guy squirming on the floor in front of her. 'Click, Click, Click' her claws scratch deep gouges into the the finish of the floor.
Suddenly, so quick you barely see her move, she grabs your arm. Her grasp is firm, her claws barely pricking your skin.
"Where the hell do you think you're going" she growls. She has a vague accent that you can't quite place.
"Um, well it looks like you two have some things to work out, so I umm, really shouldn't be here right now"
Her yellow eyes lock onto yours.
"You're what we have to work out" she says grinning an evil grin.
You shiver.
"Bert" she barks at her mate, "Who's alpha?"
"You are dear." he whispers.
"Damn right" she growls, "Who ALWAYS gets to go first?"
"You do." Bert whines.
"Good boy Bert"
Bert dejectedly wags his tail.
She grabs you by the shoulders and holds you at arms length. She leans close to you, the fur of her muzzle tickles your cheek. She sticks her tongue in your ear.
"Good choice Bert" she says.
"You stay right here while I get into something comfortable" she says to you.
| Furry Status (you) | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Jeans (around ankles), Tank top, wet ear |
| Gender | Female | |
| Species | Human | |
