<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg)</div><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/>The faint smirk that remained on the woman's lips grew at Muriel's protests and gasps, causing her to push her body more roughly into the wall. A soft whimper could be heard at the bite to her lip, but the gasp that came after was loud, moaning as her breasts felt the roughness of her hands. One hand reached back and unzipped her skirt, allowing it to drop to the floor, leaving the leader of a town and bringer of untimely death standing in the folds of a beautiful Angel's wings in nothing but a pair of stilettos and her little necklace. The light the snuck past the soft feathers cast strange, colorful shadows on her pale body, the only thing giving away to the darkness underneath the light skin being her venomously black eyes.<br/><br/>"Of course, my gorgeous Angel," she whispered into her ear before her tongue and lips began to work on it, ever so slowly moving to her neck. She could be rough and she knew it, so she chose her moments. The hands that softly caressed her breasts and lips the kissed along her throat now changed drastically. Roughly, she squeezed her breasts, sliding her body against the other's so her mouth could find itself on her nipple, tongue flicking and biting at it. Other hand tracing down her side, the Sparrow moved swiftly, grabbing the woman's perfect ass to pull her to the floor, now crawling on top of her with a devious look.