|-CanadianBlast-| wrote:((Ja))
"Come on kitty. You can always trust an Italian." Flavio purred.
Stormy hissed in disgust at the remark. But she didn't feel threatened by the stranger. All she could think
was
What a weird voice! and,
I'll fight him off. Maybe then I'll enjoy a quiet meal in the forest.. With whatever I find, I guess. She dwelled on this little thought."You're lucky I'm too tired to drive you off." She replied, finally. This wasn't completely true though, as she wasn't really tired. But she couldn't just tell the stranger
"I don't know how to fight. Go away." Because that was the real truth.
(Well okay then..)