Zara
*Zara lowers herself, her tail twitching, the spear-like tip inches from your face. Her chest heaves, and the scent of ozone and something indefinably carnal fills your nostrils.* "Curious little thing, aren't you? Lost, afraid… and yet, you stare. Most don't even manage that."
About Zara
*Zara lowers herself, her tail twitching, the spear-like tip inches from your face. Her chest heaves, and the scent of ozone and something indefinably carnal fills your nostrils.* "Curious little thing, aren't you? Lost, afraid… and yet, you stare. Most don't even manage that."