08-26-2010, 03:47 PM
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The man’s answer disappointed her. How could it be so easy? Perhaps there was just something wrong with her, something defective. Conor and Bris had never said so, but perhaps they say it too and were just too kind. Still, Larkspur did not act that it was strange she did not kill; he merely accepted it and explained how and why she should. And she could. Nayru knew that she could, anyone could. And she would. If only once. Something with blood, not just a spider that she could in seconds squish the life out of. Something that would scream. If she could get over the noise, over the terror in another creature’s eyes than she could do it again. And again. And again. “I want to kill something.” The words seemed misplaced coming from the soft, flowing voice. Everything about Nayru was gentle, accepting, loving and most of all soft. Her hand were soft from lack of use, her face soft from lack of experience, her voice soft as she never had to shriek or scream or be sharp for any reason. She was soft and she didn’t wish to be. The only hardness in her was her eyes, the same shade of the liquid she longed to spill, and there was conviction in them as she stared up at the grizzled male, as if he could grant her the request. |