<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg) <br/><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/></div><br/>The Angel had mistaken Ms. Crane's words, but she couldn't care less. She knew the woman had held back, almost letting herself indulge in the food she had been savoring for so long. It was endearing to know that she was special enough to keep the creature from slaughtering her right then and there. Her voice was soothing, but deadly, the scratches having caused a low moan in her throat, each streak of blood unmistakably felt on her skin. Julie-Anna felt the small hands on her hips, pulling them down, and the shuddering moan she let out made her body twist just slightly.<br/><br/>"Oh, Angel!" It wasn't the first time she had allowed a tongue to slide between her legs and attack her so deeply; one man had been exceptional at it, almost making it a shame to hand him to the Unknown, but never had the woman felt every single movement that the small object made as it explored her. A hand found itself gripping the chain that rattled from her neck, clinking loudly as she moved. Her moans became louder, screaming for Muriel. There was no turning back from now. The future held only a pure, undivided weakness around God's little creation. Nothing would take the Sparrow from her dear little Angel's side now.