12-05-2010, 06:23 AM
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table © Alaine
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wc: 283
There was something about the nighttime that sung to the mortal creatures below. Those of hunting blood seemed able to feel the tangible pull of the moon and darkness, and Alaine was no exception, in spite of her ancestors' domesticated blood. As she neared the origin of the birdflight, she had fallen into a leaning crouch, emerald eyes mineral-bright in the reflected silver light. However, her hunting posture was not enough to evade the keen nose of the dark prince himself, and her name uttered in the cool wind brought the woman up short.
In the moment it took for her mind to recognize his tone and scent, Alaine's fingers had danced down the hilt of her dagger, and as she moved in a fluid turn to face him the sharp slivered tip was raised to point exactly where her mind had conjured an assailant's heart to be. It was a familiar pose they struck, for the pair had been cloaked in darkness with he facing the bite of her weapon before.
The glean of his amber eyes sparked true recognition, and she instantly lowered the weapon, although her stance was wary yet.
"... Gabriel." Perhaps he would be able to note the woman's instability from her accented tone alone. There was something different about her tonight, something wild and a little bit reckless. The slender collie-lady had been reclusive these past few weeks, spurned by pains and troubles she would not name, but now - She had tasted freedom this day and night, and it was alluring. Tempting. Feverishly bright emerald eyes watched him carefully; He was troubled, too. She could see it in the handsome lines and angles of his face.
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table © Alaine
ooc: c:
wc: 283
There was something about the nighttime that sung to the mortal creatures below. Those of hunting blood seemed able to feel the tangible pull of the moon and darkness, and Alaine was no exception, in spite of her ancestors' domesticated blood. As she neared the origin of the birdflight, she had fallen into a leaning crouch, emerald eyes mineral-bright in the reflected silver light. However, her hunting posture was not enough to evade the keen nose of the dark prince himself, and her name uttered in the cool wind brought the woman up short.
In the moment it took for her mind to recognize his tone and scent, Alaine's fingers had danced down the hilt of her dagger, and as she moved in a fluid turn to face him the sharp slivered tip was raised to point exactly where her mind had conjured an assailant's heart to be. It was a familiar pose they struck, for the pair had been cloaked in darkness with he facing the bite of her weapon before.
The glean of his amber eyes sparked true recognition, and she instantly lowered the weapon, although her stance was wary yet.
"... Gabriel." Perhaps he would be able to note the woman's instability from her accented tone alone. There was something different about her tonight, something wild and a little bit reckless. The slender collie-lady had been reclusive these past few weeks, spurned by pains and troubles she would not name, but now - She had tasted freedom this day and night, and it was alluring. Tempting. Feverishly bright emerald eyes watched him carefully; He was troubled, too. She could see it in the handsome lines and angles of his face.
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