" You seem . . interesting. " the witchling tilted her head ever so slightly, almost in a feline like manner, curiosity glimmered in her golden orbs. It only took just a simple glimpse of the other to identify them, or at least from what she could depict. With a faint smile, iron like talons clicked as her fingers wiggled with anticipation. " Friend . . or food? "
TheWriter: Thank you for becoming a friend of foe. Up for a storyline? Just hit me up through here or messages. I may be a tad slow due to being busy and sleepy, but I'll always get back to ya like everyone else. Don't be shy. Shy people gets eaten :3