[ Betina's smile sharpens and she almost laughs, smoke hissing out from between her teeth as she barely manages to curtail a bark to an exhale. Give her time — and hour, maybe more, maybe less — and she won't even bother to curb her laughing; it'll come, as terrible and harsh as ever, as crazed and delirious as her namesake. (Tiger wolf. Hyena. Laugh laugh laugh.) ]
What else does the devil know, I wonder.
[ Hollis doesn't need to use his voice on her and they both know it terribly well. Unlike so many of the others that have come and gone and fallen around them, Betina needs no help in straying far and wide from the path. But, oh, how sweet a smolder it makes her feel and eagerly she looks to match it, that hand of hers sliding down and around to grasp him firmly by the wrist, tugging him forward to her jackal mouth as it continues to seep smoke. ]
Out with the old, in with the new has always reeked of rubbish to me, Hollis. I rather like our game as it is.
[ The suggestion of her nails begins to manifest itself against his skin, or is that just the flush of her powers prickling on their way in. ] But happy new year all the same.
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What else does the devil know, I wonder.
[ Hollis doesn't need to use his voice on her and they both know it terribly well. Unlike so many of the others that have come and gone and fallen around them, Betina needs no help in straying far and wide from the path. But, oh, how sweet a smolder it makes her feel and eagerly she looks to match it, that hand of hers sliding down and around to grasp him firmly by the wrist, tugging him forward to her jackal mouth as it continues to seep smoke. ]
Out with the old, in with the new has always reeked of rubbish to me, Hollis. I rather like our game as it is.
[ The suggestion of her nails begins to manifest itself against his skin, or is that just the flush of her powers prickling on their way in. ] But happy new year all the same.