<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#408080">Tossing the bow and quiver off to the side, the snow each landed on softening the collision with the ground. Narrowed eyes flicker over to the male kneeling with a quick laugh before she is upon the arrogant male. A soft smile, almost affectionate graces her delicate features. Licking pale, pink lips, her eyes graze over his form as if interested, but really she was assessing the weapons he might have on him. Reaching out with chilled fingertips, she brushes her nails down his neck, tracing the vague line of his shoulder before her crushing grip wraps around his arm, jerking his hand away from the hidden weapons. Just as quickly as her grip had embraced him, she was pushing him away from her, intent on knocking him off balance and onto his ass.<br/>
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"The vampire that changed me sought to kill me as a mortal. What makes you think that a mere vampire could kill me now as an aged immortal? If you care to dance, we can do that. But you will not walk away. Abandon your hunt before it costs you your life," she warns, that crazed glint in green eyes as the spirits of the fallen whisper in her ear that the fields were hungry for more blood. </span>