11-23-2011, 05:30 PM
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Blue jewels stared ahead, unseeing and yet observant, dull and yet vibrant at the same time. Her jaw was clenched so that a muscle in her neck bulged painfully and bones ground together, tendons ached within her face but she was unconcerned. Pain was all she was good for, pain to inflict it upon herself. She was lost in her mind, a sea of inky blackness that swelled and ebbed with waves far greater than any earth could conjure up from the foaming depths. She would have made a very easy target if someone had come along and taken upon themselves a desire to hurt or kill her, as it was she didn't even notice the scarred coywolf that came close to her until the woman called out.
She flinched and her hands let go of themselves to swing to her sides where they trembled with her usual fear as her head then her body turned to face the light tones of the hybrid. Echoes of her wolfen heritage adorned the woman's pelt, timbered markings unlike Gemma's smooth bright white that showed no flaw or other spots of color apart from the pink and silver of her flesh where she was lacking her fur. If Vesper cared to look into her eyes she would see a vast pool of unhappiness, a deep and endless depression that ran right to the Sawtooth princess' core, a longing for comfort, any kind of comfort as long as it was healing and wanted.
She opened her mouth to speak and for a few seconds nothing came out apart from shaking breaths until,
"Hey" Her voice carried the same soft desolation that her sapphire orbs did "No, I've never been okay" There was something about this woman that she found attracting. Maybe it was the markings on her pelt that allowed her to fully pass for a wolf with simply slightly large ears unlike Gemma's enormously obvious hybrid nature, her huge ears and tapering snout, coupled with her bulk and height it made her dual heritage glaringly recognisable to even the most idiotic of people. "You're pretty." Or maybe it was the fierceness that the other seemed to have about herself, a will to survive and succeed, to get ahead unlike Gemma's pitiful existence
Blue jewels stared ahead, unseeing and yet observant, dull and yet vibrant at the same time. Her jaw was clenched so that a muscle in her neck bulged painfully and bones ground together, tendons ached within her face but she was unconcerned. Pain was all she was good for, pain to inflict it upon herself. She was lost in her mind, a sea of inky blackness that swelled and ebbed with waves far greater than any earth could conjure up from the foaming depths. She would have made a very easy target if someone had come along and taken upon themselves a desire to hurt or kill her, as it was she didn't even notice the scarred coywolf that came close to her until the woman called out.
She flinched and her hands let go of themselves to swing to her sides where they trembled with her usual fear as her head then her body turned to face the light tones of the hybrid. Echoes of her wolfen heritage adorned the woman's pelt, timbered markings unlike Gemma's smooth bright white that showed no flaw or other spots of color apart from the pink and silver of her flesh where she was lacking her fur. If Vesper cared to look into her eyes she would see a vast pool of unhappiness, a deep and endless depression that ran right to the Sawtooth princess' core, a longing for comfort, any kind of comfort as long as it was healing and wanted.
She opened her mouth to speak and for a few seconds nothing came out apart from shaking breaths until,
"Hey" Her voice carried the same soft desolation that her sapphire orbs did "No, I've never been okay" There was something about this woman that she found attracting. Maybe it was the markings on her pelt that allowed her to fully pass for a wolf with simply slightly large ears unlike Gemma's enormously obvious hybrid nature, her huge ears and tapering snout, coupled with her bulk and height it made her dual heritage glaringly recognisable to even the most idiotic of people. "You're pretty." Or maybe it was the fierceness that the other seemed to have about herself, a will to survive and succeed, to get ahead unlike Gemma's pitiful existence