03-15-2009, 10:55 AM
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sorry for the wait!
The icy rain had driven the woman inside with her vices. She was growing paranoid; she knew her days were numbered. The Dahlians suspected her of blinding her own daughter. The evidence was there, and on some deep, deep level she might've known it, but not enough to consciously know. Her mind blocked out all memory, all smell, and now that she was clean the evidence was gone, gone, gone and she would never remember. She was too angry, too upset to even take a hit and calm down. She wanted this anger, wanted it to fuel her to reclaiming her innocence.
Sabeen looked up suddenly, a sharp fear shooting through her. Someone was outside--? At the window, that was it. A form, outside, reminiscent of when she had stood outside Firefly's window. Politer, though, no noise, just curiosity. She couldn't make out the face completely. The female rose and, upon reaching the doorway, cracked it open, just enough to stick her head out. She was still afraid of ambush, and although the female smelled of another pack, you could never be too careful. She allowed her wheat-eyes to rove over the other female's body for a moment before finally speaking. 'Who are you?'
Like a cancer scare In the dentist's chair
The icy rain had driven the woman inside with her vices. She was growing paranoid; she knew her days were numbered. The Dahlians suspected her of blinding her own daughter. The evidence was there, and on some deep, deep level she might've known it, but not enough to consciously know. Her mind blocked out all memory, all smell, and now that she was clean the evidence was gone, gone, gone and she would never remember. She was too angry, too upset to even take a hit and calm down. She wanted this anger, wanted it to fuel her to reclaiming her innocence.
Sabeen looked up suddenly, a sharp fear shooting through her. Someone was outside--? At the window, that was it. A form, outside, reminiscent of when she had stood outside Firefly's window. Politer, though, no noise, just curiosity. She couldn't make out the face completely. The female rose and, upon reaching the doorway, cracked it open, just enough to stick her head out. She was still afraid of ambush, and although the female smelled of another pack, you could never be too careful. She allowed her wheat-eyes to rove over the other female's body for a moment before finally speaking. 'Who are you?'