<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg)</div><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/>There was something going on around them. A scream, chains rattling, and a horrifying yell. Or... Was that the case? She had to be imagining things. She was a controlled woman, so the thought was pushed to the side, the moist tongue that had trapped her fingers preoccupying her conscience. Muriel pleaded for her, making the Sparrow smirk, fingertips only lightly brushing down her neck. Slowly, so slowly, they moved down, tracing lines along her collarbone and further to the invisible line that formed the top of her breasts.<br/><br/>The yelling filtered through her ears, but her attention once against faltered as she reached the woman's pointed nipples, a flash coming across her eyes. Pulling her fingers from the woman's mouth, Julie-Anna pressed her own lips to the Angel's as her heads wrapped around her breasts, squeezing roughly. Muriel's body was pushed into the nearest wall, hard against the freezing stone. Feeling the dark, lustful sensation come over her, the woman trapped the other with her own body, a muffled groan slipping between their tongues as she enjoyed the perky chest of her Angel.