Tawny Eyes And Dagger Teeth

Tawny Eyes And Dagger Teeth

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"I saw you. You were there. And then you. You-" "I was what? Little boy. You. Didnt see anything." Tawny's eyes were cold and curious, this cowarding twig of skin and bones excreted fear from his pores like it could do nothing else. How could his heart pound so loudly and he not run away with the terror he couldnt hide with his trembling body and wide, terrified eyes? Her heartbeat faster in turn with his. And her smile turned ever so sweetly, her voiced soothing and coaxing calmness to his ears now. "Little lamb, why are you trembling? I dont want to hurt you... Shhhh little lamb..." But her eyes were cruel and she shivered with some kind of thrill as he stepped back. He was going to run for it. Her fingers twitched as she sidled just a little closer. How close she get before he unfroze and fled? How close could the warm honey flowing from her lips get her to his soft skin so easily broken? AUTHORS NOTE: hey 😉 so this is Tawny, a werebeast who loves the thrill of a chase. But dont we all? Arent we all just trying to find something worth fighting towards, or at least to reach out and break in some way? Id always like to know how the stories going for you ☺ comment and vote plz. Its a real incentive.
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