Innocent Games {Opened}

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Nicotine's paws bounced as she made her way through the Hidden Tunnel. Ears were raised on either side of her head, acoustics cupping any faint noises that might come to them. The tunnel smelled of damp earth and decay. There were bodies of dead rats on either side of her, scattered around . There wasn't too many, but it was coming from years of being hidden below ground. Blades and pelvis rolled easily. Her orange , black and white fur fluttering softly in the breeze that wafted through the tunnel. Her chocolate orbs were locked a head of her as she made her way through it. Tail hung down low, lightly sweeping the ground behind her like a soft duster. Nicotine loved sneaking around, here even if it wasn't technically sneaking.

She had spent some time on the island, making a light bitch cry to the point of hysteria. That was one of her favorite things to do. Specially to lights. Neutrals were another story really. Nicotine didn't care about the much. Darks she tended to get along better with than a neutral or light. Lights were on her 'hit' list really. She wanted them to vaporize and not be alive anymore. Her lower jaw dropped, salmon pink tongue lolling out and resting over her bottom two canines, as she panted slightly. It was rather hot down there, being a few feet below ground. She stopped for a moment before scratching a spot on her neck. Her hind leg reached up and kicked at teh spot. She sighed in relief and continued on. Eventually, Nicotine reached the surface and immediately felt cooler. She began walking along the canals that supplied water to the city's reservoirs.

She felt much better now and slowly loped along feeling the cool water squelching beneath her paws, making soft splashes. She kept loping wondering if she would meet anyone interesting down here today.

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[Radon]

Radon was hidden in the dark tunnel by his pitch black coat. He watched as the femme trotted by without noticing him. He watched her until she surfaced and then trotted along toward the exit. His tounge lolled out and hung over his lower canines. He came out of the tunnel and snuck up behind the femme. "Ello lovey." His voice was powerful and was sure to startle anyone around, especcially the fea. He circled her casually as he stood to his full height of fourty inches. His nails made small clicking noises agianst the hot pavement as he circled her.

Radon stopped circling the femme and stood in front of her. "What brings a gal like you to a place like this?" He looked her over from head to toe, her coat was a mixture of white, orange, and black. She was attractive and he would have her as his, by choice or force, whichever way was neccessary. He could tell that she was a mixture of breeds, border collie and something else, he really didn't care about that. All he cared about was that she would produce lovely pups for him and that they would be evil like their sire. He looked at her and then spoke again. "What's your curse, fae?" He spoke with a mysterious tone in his voice. It was found to be attractive by many femmes. He waited for her to reply to his questions.

[»Cyanide]

Nicotine sensed the brute and planted her rump on the ground, forelegs coming around to the front of her chest, keeping her upper body erect. Ears rotated around to listen to his words. She smirked at him and then responded.

"My cursing brute? Tis Nicotine. And yes I am lovely. I am out here solely to be walking about, no particular reason," Nicotine said in a slightly flirty tone. Her tail waved behind her sweeping over the ground. A chilly breeze whipped patches of her tri colored coat in several directions but she didn't care. She loved the cold. Her nose twitched as her pink tongue loll out the corner of her violet lips, flapping as she panted. Her chocolate brown eyes were locked on the brute before her. He was an ebony black great dane with rich amber orbs. Rather striking in Nicotine's opinon. She knew she was pretty, but loved hearing it from someone's actual words.

She felt another itch forming on her neck and raised her hind leg, nails clicked out kicking at the spot. She leaned into the kicking as her ear slightly bounced from the force. She stopped and then turned her attention back to Radon.

"What about you boyo? What brings you out here?" she asked softly.

While Nicotine was a loner, she really didn't follow any alliances, which means any dog that comes up to her has a chance of persuading her over to his alliance if he follows one. Nico was very easily persuaded. If the conditions were right and she liked what he had to offer she would allow him to take her as his mate. If not, he'd get the back end of her and not necessarily a good thing either. She watched him and waited.

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