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LIPSTICK, RED WINE LONG NIGHTS, IT'S A LIFESTYLE SO GOOD TO THE LAST DROP YOU COULD SEE ME LIGHT UP FROM THE ROOFTOPS
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Maria hardly has time to switch from her present state of irritation at herself and Oni to focus on the massive lion walking their way. It's a snippet of time between frustration and fear: the sudden slam of her heartbeat against her ribs parroted by the jump in flames. She can't tell if he lives here, too; the acrid sting of smoke burns the back of her throat. It should be a smell that she's used to by now, quite frankly, but it still manages to catch her off guard as she inhales a lungful of it, choking on her own tongue.
The fur is already standing up along her spine and there are sparks at her clawtips, but there's lethargy behind the lion's movements, and Maria thanks her lucky stars for it because she's still busy coughing. Nevertheless, it's not until after a second lion comes around and douses the fire does Maria suck in a breath to clear her mind, scrambling a couple feet away. The rest of the fire doesn't last long; it wasn't as big as she made it out to be. It sputters and dwindles to a small patch of charred ground and grass.
Maria blinks at it; there's a rush of cold air where heat once was. There's wit on the end of her tongue and sarcasm welling in her chest, but her throat stays shut tight, millions of instincts and nerve endings telling her to turn tail and fucking run.
Sparing a glance in the direction of said escape, Maria notices how much further the sun has sunk below the horizon line. The fire in the sky is fading, leaving gentle purple to mask the coming threat of night. Maria worries at her lip, nerves alight. She won't last the night in this neck of the woods - not when there's something akin to shelter just over the rise.
Green eyes sweeping the three boys up and down, she makes up her mind on the spot. "I'm learning." She supplies meagerly, defensive spite creeping into her voice. It's not her finest moment, nor a fantastic greeting, but it's all she's got. "I should probably start carrying water on me, but I'd probably spill it, since I'm such a klutz," The auburn-furred feline jokes, knowing that this isn't the time for jokes and yet doing nothing to stop them from spilling past her lips. No brain-to-mouth filter, one might say. "Uh...so...do you guys have bears and tigers here, too? Or do I just have to worry about lions?"
[/td][/tr][/table]The fur is already standing up along her spine and there are sparks at her clawtips, but there's lethargy behind the lion's movements, and Maria thanks her lucky stars for it because she's still busy coughing. Nevertheless, it's not until after a second lion comes around and douses the fire does Maria suck in a breath to clear her mind, scrambling a couple feet away. The rest of the fire doesn't last long; it wasn't as big as she made it out to be. It sputters and dwindles to a small patch of charred ground and grass.
Maria blinks at it; there's a rush of cold air where heat once was. There's wit on the end of her tongue and sarcasm welling in her chest, but her throat stays shut tight, millions of instincts and nerve endings telling her to turn tail and fucking run.
Sparing a glance in the direction of said escape, Maria notices how much further the sun has sunk below the horizon line. The fire in the sky is fading, leaving gentle purple to mask the coming threat of night. Maria worries at her lip, nerves alight. She won't last the night in this neck of the woods - not when there's something akin to shelter just over the rise.
Green eyes sweeping the three boys up and down, she makes up her mind on the spot. "I'm learning." She supplies meagerly, defensive spite creeping into her voice. It's not her finest moment, nor a fantastic greeting, but it's all she's got. "I should probably start carrying water on me, but I'd probably spill it, since I'm such a klutz," The auburn-furred feline jokes, knowing that this isn't the time for jokes and yet doing nothing to stop them from spilling past her lips. No brain-to-mouth filter, one might say. "Uh...so...do you guys have bears and tigers here, too? Or do I just have to worry about lions?"
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★ I'M GONNA RUN THIS EMPIRE
and if i go down in flames, the smoke's gonna spell my name