05-05-2009, 05:14 PM
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Anu's softness, gentleness was somehow infuriating. She sensed, perhaps, her incompetence in these things, her inability to possess the more womanly emotions and movements. Sabeen was a creature of darkness and meanness, who's sex appeal was in her roughness. The other soul was too soft, weak, nice. It brought a scowl to her face. At the same time, she was conflicted: why should she trifle herself with the weaknesses of others? The proximity of the two as they spoke, perhaps. Or maybe it was the way the other had looked at her, believing. It made Sabeen doubt herself, her story, because nobody had ever given her that look before.
She looked for a long moment at the other woman, contemplatively. A snort escaped her. 'As perfect as perfidious...?' Her voice tapered off into a question, not accusing, just planting a seed of suggestion. 'I wonder, how do you manage to keep things so noble? A sudden flash of memory came to her. 'Is yours the pack with the rusted airplane?' The smell that clung to Anu's fur was similar to the smell on the husky's scent, the husky she had opened herself too. She smirked at the thought of him. He had been so unwilling, but Sabeen had shown him the trueness of her ways. Something had been off about him, but in her drug-induced haze, she hadn't been able to figure it out.
Anu's softness, gentleness was somehow infuriating. She sensed, perhaps, her incompetence in these things, her inability to possess the more womanly emotions and movements. Sabeen was a creature of darkness and meanness, who's sex appeal was in her roughness. The other soul was too soft, weak, nice. It brought a scowl to her face. At the same time, she was conflicted: why should she trifle herself with the weaknesses of others? The proximity of the two as they spoke, perhaps. Or maybe it was the way the other had looked at her, believing. It made Sabeen doubt herself, her story, because nobody had ever given her that look before.
She looked for a long moment at the other woman, contemplatively. A snort escaped her. 'As perfect as perfidious...?' Her voice tapered off into a question, not accusing, just planting a seed of suggestion. 'I wonder, how do you manage to keep things so noble? A sudden flash of memory came to her. 'Is yours the pack with the rusted airplane?' The smell that clung to Anu's fur was similar to the smell on the husky's scent, the husky she had opened herself too. She smirked at the thought of him. He had been so unwilling, but Sabeen had shown him the trueness of her ways. Something had been off about him, but in her drug-induced haze, she hadn't been able to figure it out.