<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg)</div><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/><br/>Julie-Anna chuckled softly at the childish expression on the woman's face, choosing to disregard the darkness that had flashed through her eyes. A soft gasp escaped her as the wind disappeared from her lungs, back pressed tightly against the stone wall of the basement. She understood the feelings, whispering, "I won't bring them anymore, alright?" Muriel relaxed against her. "I promise."<br/><br/>Her arms wrapped around the angel's waist and for a moment she felt as if she had to cling to her, that same shiver as earlier attacking her body as the small nibbles of her teeth became more prominent on her skin. Something in the woman's words calmed her, almost making her forget about the girl she had come inquiring about. Or was it something else, something much more... enticing? "Angel!" Her voice sounded high to her ears, much higher than it should have been, but the sound of the button that rattled across the floor also rattled in her ears, much louder than expected. An echo? No. The Sparrow was losing her composure all because of this darling little angel. Calming herself, she allowed her fingers to trace up Muriel's sides, a hand gliding over the feathers of her wings. The other slipped slowly higher up her side, over the edge of her breast, and to her neck, tips of her fingers pressing the woman's face upwards as her own moved closer, eyes filled with a dangerous dark lust.