02-23-2007, 05:31 PM
Tryst leant back with a devilish smirk. While manipulating fire, heat, was her forte... cold was simply the absence of it. And therefore just as easy. She breathed out mist and giggled silently, showing off her now-frozen tongue to Shadow before licking along the new whip-cut, chilling it, numbing in a semi-pleasurable way.
OOC: :P Ying-Yang... gotta love it.
OOC: :P Ying-Yang... gotta love it.