4/26/12

Leila always thought it was funny how two legged people would huddle together in bars and think they were protected. Really, if she wanted to, she could prance in there and rip the guts out of every single one of them. It occurred to her that maybe letting the human world in on this information might not be the best idea. It seemed that upsetting them further might just make things harder for Adrian. “What has you in such a grumpy mood?” Adrian asked as Leila stepped heavy-footed through the hallway. She looked up at him. She didn’t really want to have to go about conveying killed a man, and pondering how easy it would be to rip the guts out of all the surrounding men. So she snorted. Usually, if she snorted, he left well enough alone and gave up the prodding.