Duprey grinned at her like a Cheshire cat, holding out the silver cords in his gloved hands. Eudora gave him a small, syrupy sweet smile and held her wrists out in front of her. He grabbed her roughly, and coiled the cords tightly around her pale wrists, and waited. And waited... His mouth drooped open under his bushy mustache. The silver cords did not burn her flesh. It didn't even leave a mark on her honey gold skin. That prompted him to put his nose close to her neck and sniff her skin. Her scent was faint, but she was definately a were... so how was she not effected by the silver bonds? In fact she tipped them this way and that in front of her, so the silver sparkled in the light. "Pretty," she purred.
"What the hell are you girl?" Duprey growled, and shoved her roughly into
