Whimper then in truth at the bite to his throat, the hand spread low across his skin, warning in Wintergreen's voice... His breath froze for a moment before he could answer. "Yes, sir," low, honest, and sliding down into the accent he rarely let himself use...
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Date: 2008-06-27 02:47 am (UTC)