ever know each other [ooc]
For Ahren. Takes place immediately after joining.
[bic] such a softer sin
After Jasper left, Anya wasn't sure how long she lay there in silence, trying to find her voice. Her body hurt from the fall, but after what seemed longer than the few moments it was, she forced herself upright against a tree, and blinked to clear her vision. Her senses were prickling, her father was nearby. And this wasn't a male that looked like Ahren de le Poer; this wasn't another sibling. Her stomach turned. She was hungry, having not eaten but once during her trip, but the flashes of sickness that kept her half-starved during the long trek here were not subsiding. In fact, they seemed to be growing worse, and longer. The tingling she felt was making it worse now, infact. Like there were a million insects crawling around her her stomach. He was there. She couldn't see him, but he was there. He'd been there. He had to be.
She wasn't crazy enough to hallucinate that vividly, was she?
After all, it was easy enough for her mind to create an likeness of his body, or of his voice. This was imagery and acoustics, and despite how recherche his features, his body, even his voice was... it was just a sound, an image, an animated, refined memory. As if her mind had built a puppet to his exact specifications and was using it for its own purposes now. She always knew it wasn't real, because things were missing. His scent, and the aura around him that made her body near-convulse with a mixture of love and disgust. Granted, he was her father. She accepted that as a reason for loving him in spite of his cruelty, his sickness, his disease, which caused the contrasting disgust. And she had no right to dislike him; she barely knew him, truly, and she didn't believe in judging others on what someone said about them.
Truth be told, she was quite simply drawn to him. Not in any sexual way; she wasn't that insane yet. But she wanted to know him... if only to have the right to dislike him. She wanted to understand what happened between the two, or at least understand his side, as she understood her mothers. After all, she had scars beneath her fur to prove the pain her parents had caused her last time she saw her father. If not for her grandmother, Ceres, she likely wouldn't have lived beyond what happened when she and Aiji came to these lands. She was grateful... and, despite the pain, she would not dishonour her grandmother's efforts. She would stand up tall... or as tall as she could, laying against a tree.
"Come out," she said with certainty, knowing he was there.
"I think you've done enough hiding today for both of us."
