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[Willow's lips pull back into a vampiric snarl, face momentarily filling the screen before she pulls the camera back, and reveals her position - straddling Medusa, following their fight. For those who can tell such things, Medusa's shoulders are dislocated - her legs possibly damaged as well; and most importantly of all, unconscious, not dead.
She barely seems to notice Madame Smudge, now sniffing at Medusa's head; though she's uncertain how the kitten had escaped her room. She's more fixated on keeping on the snarl, glaring into the camera.]
Nobody threatens my cat.
She barely seems to notice Madame Smudge, now sniffing at Medusa's head; though she's uncertain how the kitten had escaped her room. She's more fixated on keeping on the snarl, glaring into the camera.]
Nobody threatens my cat.
Spam
Date: 2012-07-15 09:48 pm (UTC)From:Spam
Date: 2012-07-20 08:06 pm (UTC)From:Spam
Date: 2012-07-20 11:29 pm (UTC)From:[And if it breaks out again, it's not going to last.]
Spam
Date: 2012-07-21 03:05 pm (UTC)From:Right. Drop it. [She glances to both of them in turn.] No threats against small animals, please and thank you -- no concussing anyone, the same.
Spam
Date: 2012-07-23 05:07 am (UTC)From:Spam
Date: 2012-07-23 04:21 pm (UTC)From:Re: Spam
Date: 2012-07-26 11:02 am (UTC)From:Spam
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