<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/burd_zpss5n6r6f4.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Torikai</span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=237289.msg11683863#msg11683863)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Home<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Renoa, Tabitha, Sam, open<br/><hr/>The new arrivals had, for a moment, the effect of cooling Torikai off, or at least made her pull her talons back in for the time being, especially Tabitha. "Riku's gone off with Jun," she told the cat with a faint smile. The two were, probably, having fun already. As possessive as she was, the harpy didn't much mind her kitten finding some fun of his own while  she was off playing with other cats. Of course, Renoa was still her usual self, and Torikai's sharp eyes rarely left the hellhound, especially when she continued talking.<br/><br/>"Carcass? Silly little bitch-puppy." Torikai shook her head in mock sadness, the effect somewhat ruined by her complete lack of subtlety as her eyes - and one feathery wing - trailed appreciatively along Samantha's side and hips.<br/>"And for your information, I'm very clean. I'm not the one who rolls around in their on filth. And," she knew at least one of Renoa's sore spots and had no compunctions against pressing on it again. "And, unlike you, I actually have people willing to help me. I suppose it is a good thing that you have fingers, though. After all, since nobody wants to touch your body, you need to do it yourself.  Congratulations on not getting thrown out like an unwanted mongrel again, by the way. Well, not<em>yet</em>, anyway."