<font color="darkred" face="Verdana" size="1">I hope so. just without the primate part.</font -- Main Street

Poor girl. She wasn't up to this task, was she? Tarot wanted to pull her along, but the murderous expression in Lezedi's eyes kept her from so much as snarling in his direction. Daddy could handle this. Zeth, buddy, Hello? She's going to be torn to pieces- mentally, at the least. And they wouldn't have her if you hadn't lured her here.

Right-o, Milord. Tarot skipped down the street after Lucian, her hair blowing around her face with the movement. The ends of her scarf, freed in the scuffle, flew behind her. What a lovely night (to die). She inhalted the night air as if she had been suffocating, eyes wide with excitement, adrenline and fear. He might kill her, true. He might do all sorts of things but, hell, she'd be bound to have a lot of fun. And she had a strange feeling that his idea of fun didn't include ripping her limbs off. She wouldn't be much fun without hands, no siree. Her strides, although shorter, were lighter on foot, enabling her to reach Lucian before he had gained too much of a lead.

If he hadn't looked about to devour his brother alive, Tarot would have leapt onto his back and demanded to be carried. Sadly, she didn't think that'd be such a good idea now. She settled for trotting amicably at his heels. The creatures following her were almost nauseating; beasts of Cain and mongrels of darkness.

There was a difference between these damned dogs and her damn dog. Her damn dog was unfortunately placed in the universe. These dogs? Hell, the were here to please their master. And if their master wanted her eaten, they wouldn't ask to be fed first. Wait. Why would they? That was a bad comparison. Ummm... asking for a belly rub first?

Argh. Where had her brain fallen out?

[[^_- Tarot always keeps her promises]]