<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)   <br/><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel felt the sparrow's acceptance of her fate and almost cried with the kindness of it.  She didn't want to, not really; at least, not to this one.  Muriel wanted her to stay forever, to protect her from the light and give her endless pleasure.  But there were times she was weak, or clumsy, or simply forgetful and humans were so very, very easy to break.  A simple twist, too much pressure, a little taste and they were gone, nothing left but a delicious echo to devour.<br/><br/>She tilted her head to look up when Crane gasped.  The iron collar suited her; drew out the delicate perfection of her face and skin.  "It suits you," she remarked with a breath, as though commenting on some pretty jewelry.  It had belonged to a boy once...long, long ago, she thought, before he grew up.<br/><br/>Muriel almost whimpered in pleasure at the words, at the gift of something so succulent, a feast laid out before her to be savored over the years, smelled and sipped like a fine wine long before the last drops were teased away.  So many girls that Julie-Anna had given to her, and the sparrow was the best of them all.  "Thank you," she responded sweetly, "you're the loveliest one you've ever given me."  She raised up for another lick along the soft fuzz on her navel, tugging with her teeth as she moved down, her hands spreading the girl's thighs widely, stretching the girl to admire her womanhood.