01-14-2010, 12:24 AM
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The woman wanted to explode in tears and she was doing her best to control herself. Her hand covered her face to hide her eyes while she wished to simply disappear from this all together. Snake already knew she was weak, she knew his importance in the clan, and to him she was nothing. But he saved her and it further caused a conflict of emotion that she could not understand. He tried to calm her and it did little, only bringing water to her lips and that forced her to take a break from heaving in sadness. She tried to lift a heavy arm to take the tin but she was not given the chance to do it for herself. The cold and melted snow was welcome and she drank it hungrily and lowered her eyes when it was empty. She did not ask for more even if she thirst for it and settled on what she was given.
The lingering silence between them made her feel awkward. Her eyes felt dry despite how wet with tears they were. She wanted to cry further, as if she were unsatisfied and had more to get out, but she he stopped her and that was the only thing keep her from breaking down to the very core. She lifted a slow hand to wipe her eyes, the fur on her muzzle wet and stained. Vieira closed her golden eyes to rest them, finding a momentary relief from the burning of her vision.
Snake spoke and Vieira slowly opened her eyes, staring at the cloth around his own body and wondered what his wound was like. She had missed it before he wrapped it, preventing her from getting a good look. When settled, she registered her words and realized he was going to investigate. Her heart beat heavily in her chest, rattling her ear drums and giving her a shake. The first question caused her to choke up and she stared at the snow as if they had an answer. Vieira did not want to betray her master but she could not lie. And not responding gave an answer and even hesitating was enough to give it away. Her eyes started to water again and even if she tried to hold it back, the frustration, pain, and embarrassment was too much for her limited structure of a mind to handle. Carefully, Vieira nodded her head and parted her jaws.
She became choked up, sucking in a shaky breath that begged: "Please, do not... do not tell her." Her voice was a simple plea: she did not want a confrontation. She would already have to deal with the woman and how she wanted to handle her weakness. She would have to go through explaining what happened. She did not want Snake to get in the middle of what was her fault. She let the bastard in and made no move to stop him. She let herself get attacked. She left herself open and she would have to pay.
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The woman wanted to explode in tears and she was doing her best to control herself. Her hand covered her face to hide her eyes while she wished to simply disappear from this all together. Snake already knew she was weak, she knew his importance in the clan, and to him she was nothing. But he saved her and it further caused a conflict of emotion that she could not understand. He tried to calm her and it did little, only bringing water to her lips and that forced her to take a break from heaving in sadness. She tried to lift a heavy arm to take the tin but she was not given the chance to do it for herself. The cold and melted snow was welcome and she drank it hungrily and lowered her eyes when it was empty. She did not ask for more even if she thirst for it and settled on what she was given.
The lingering silence between them made her feel awkward. Her eyes felt dry despite how wet with tears they were. She wanted to cry further, as if she were unsatisfied and had more to get out, but she he stopped her and that was the only thing keep her from breaking down to the very core. She lifted a slow hand to wipe her eyes, the fur on her muzzle wet and stained. Vieira closed her golden eyes to rest them, finding a momentary relief from the burning of her vision.
Snake spoke and Vieira slowly opened her eyes, staring at the cloth around his own body and wondered what his wound was like. She had missed it before he wrapped it, preventing her from getting a good look. When settled, she registered her words and realized he was going to investigate. Her heart beat heavily in her chest, rattling her ear drums and giving her a shake. The first question caused her to choke up and she stared at the snow as if they had an answer. Vieira did not want to betray her master but she could not lie. And not responding gave an answer and even hesitating was enough to give it away. Her eyes started to water again and even if she tried to hold it back, the frustration, pain, and embarrassment was too much for her limited structure of a mind to handle. Carefully, Vieira nodded her head and parted her jaws.
She became choked up, sucking in a shaky breath that begged: "Please, do not... do not tell her." Her voice was a simple plea: she did not want a confrontation. She would already have to deal with the woman and how she wanted to handle her weakness. She would have to go through explaining what happened. She did not want Snake to get in the middle of what was her fault. She let the bastard in and made no move to stop him. She let herself get attacked. She left herself open and she would have to pay.
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