07-06-2012, 03:42 PM
I figured he's goo geared up jsut yet for her to hit him so she's going to play along a little bit.
She was stiff and unyielding. Something told her, spoke to her, he was not just a dark man with a dark appetite sexually, he was a monster, he was another Lucifer Sawtooth, another Gabriel Anadalocionsada, another male to hurt her. Maybe her pride, fickle and fragile as it was led her astray, she had spent her entire life running and cowering, she wanted to be strong. But now was the time when running away would have dealt her the best outcome, there was no reasoning with those who's paws were stained red. There was something close to outrage within the pale fae's sapphire eyes, why her, why this.. again.
Her voice was soft yet as stiff as her body when he grabbed her arm, glaciers could have formed on the frost within her tones as she spoke to her children,
"Disqualvdodi!" They knew little of the language that dominated their lives second only to English but this was one word they knew and without much hesitation, the order was clean in her voice telling them to run, to hide. They didn't like this man with the scary eyes, and slunk away into the surrounding underbrush. They didn't go far though, and through the green covering they watched.
She wouldn't. Not again. His hand tightened upon her arm and his claws pierced her skin, spilling the blood. A single drop trailed then dropped and hit the floor, the first of many. For the moment the woman seemed to soften, her eyes lowered almost coyly and a flirtatious smile even graced her lips, a ruse, a fake. A ploy to put him off guard.
She was stiff and unyielding. Something told her, spoke to her, he was not just a dark man with a dark appetite sexually, he was a monster, he was another Lucifer Sawtooth, another Gabriel Anadalocionsada, another male to hurt her. Maybe her pride, fickle and fragile as it was led her astray, she had spent her entire life running and cowering, she wanted to be strong. But now was the time when running away would have dealt her the best outcome, there was no reasoning with those who's paws were stained red. There was something close to outrage within the pale fae's sapphire eyes, why her, why this.. again.
Her voice was soft yet as stiff as her body when he grabbed her arm, glaciers could have formed on the frost within her tones as she spoke to her children,
"Disqualvdodi!" They knew little of the language that dominated their lives second only to English but this was one word they knew and without much hesitation, the order was clean in her voice telling them to run, to hide. They didn't like this man with the scary eyes, and slunk away into the surrounding underbrush. They didn't go far though, and through the green covering they watched.
She wouldn't. Not again. His hand tightened upon her arm and his claws pierced her skin, spilling the blood. A single drop trailed then dropped and hit the floor, the first of many. For the moment the woman seemed to soften, her eyes lowered almost coyly and a flirtatious smile even graced her lips, a ruse, a fake. A ploy to put him off guard.