.never was it expected something so wicked from one whom had been adored, auricles lace bulkward moments, before coming forth; perhaps she was the one who was foolish, there was no doubt in her mind about that.

.gazing at the masc moments as though trying to fix him in her mind; erasing what dripped from his jaw, the hungrey look in his eyes; the courseness of his whole form, lifting her head firmly though silence about, socketed sphericals blaze under her silverish locks of fore tendrils; turning the virago walks on, away. 'I give up on you Damn...' .she whispers bitterly as she swishes her ironish sheened tresses gently 'gainst her hocks, if she should find another, happiness anywhere; she would take it, insanity or not she believed Damn was to dangerous, he was a danger to himself, and a danger to the heart; from now on she'd remain as far from the brute as possible, no matter how hard it may be; all she had to do now was think back to this day, and that would be enough.