<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg) <br/><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/></div><br/>The cold metal around Julie-Anna's neck was just tight enough to constrict her breathing when she tried to move forward, giving her reason to try to pull back, yet she refused to do such a thing. The Angel said it suited her, and she mused why. Was it the fact that it was dark, dirty and lifeless, an explanation that had not only once been used to describe Ms. Crane? Perhaps the contrast was simply an elegant one of light and dark. Those thoughts were quickly interrupted.<br/><br/>Normally, she would take such a complement as what the Angel uttered with head held high, claiming it was too true. But when those words were formed by the lips of her little Muriel, they took on a whole new meaning. Although her chest was filled with heat, it eminated only from her eyes and wet, waiting area between her legs, now exposed to the woman below. Eager to feel the tongue of her dearest lover devouring her as the Sparrow had done just moments ago, the woman's body dropped slightly lower, elbows uncomfortably resting on the stone, and likely the farthest thing from her mind at the moment. "Take me, my Angel," came her voice in a dark whisper.