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Post by Katrina on Feb 17, 2009 6:28:59 GMT
Katrina slid into the passenger seat, her whip coiled in her hand. Her eyes flickered to the body in the back of the car, it was well hidden - Eli had done his job. His training had gone so well - such a unique mutt.
She put her hand out as he got into the car. "We'll have to get you another book, Eli. You've shown me again that I have you - finding another like you will be so difficult, my Eli." Rubbing her hand over his hair possessively, she nearly purred. "You belong to me. Breaking you was so long ago, I forgot how much it took to break you. We'll have to find another, my Eli... " Her hand dropped, and the gentle tone vanished from her voice.
"Drive. I want his body dumped in the next hour, we have hunting to do."
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
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Post by Eli on Aug 17, 2009 21:51:13 GMT
Katrina’s vague promise was hardly cause to smile; Eli knew better than to take such things as gospel, and beyond that, there was a twisted quality to her words that tainted any sort of affection they might have possessed even had she not stroked his hair in that manner, so familiar and yet still so chilling, even after all the years he had spent in her company. Her moods were as unpredictable as the winds he had come to learn, and so when she took her hand from his hair and commanded him to drive, he didn’t waste any time in turning all his attention on the path ahead of them, the simple road that would lead them away from the grand house and out into Beverly Hills and from there, only Katrina knew. Eli would find out when the time was right, he knew, but he never asked. No questions, no doubts. Katrina didn’t like questions, didn’t like being doubted, least of all by her trained werewolf.
CONTINUED AT: Cole’s Territory; Main Streets with Katrina and Flynn.
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