08-16-2008, 08:29 PM
[html]mall-caps;color:#660000;">there's no one here to tuck me in, so the shotgun will instead
"It is you," he said softly, moving further down the stairs. The metallic scent of fear stung his nose, permeating around her form like a cloud. This disappointed him—almost annoyed him in his current state of mind. "Come here," Samael said lightly, extending a hand toward his sister in a brotherly manner. In was dark in the house, but he could still make out her form and something of her expression. "Where have you been?" he asked, small frown creasing his muzzle. She had vanished so long ago, just as her brother, their mother, and so many before them. And yet here she was, lurking around the human city, alive and well, or as far as it appeared.
"It is you," he said softly, moving further down the stairs. The metallic scent of fear stung his nose, permeating around her form like a cloud. This disappointed him—almost annoyed him in his current state of mind. "Come here," Samael said lightly, extending a hand toward his sister in a brotherly manner. In was dark in the house, but he could still make out her form and something of her expression. "Where have you been?" he asked, small frown creasing his muzzle. She had vanished so long ago, just as her brother, their mother, and so many before them. And yet here she was, lurking around the human city, alive and well, or as far as it appeared.