[M] the calloused east.

China Rose Lykoi · 11-04-2011, 09:20 AM

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Quicker than she could hide her sinful hand away, another had come to grasp it, a creamy, warm palm, strong but gentle fingers that could easily wrap about the fragile bones of China's wrist. Surprised, but not frightened, the brow spots above the silvery dove's eyes rose high until they were hidden by the thick curtain of her straight tresses. The grip about her hand loosened almost immediately, but wide eyes glanced from it, to the girl, and back again, allowing her frozen limb to hover between them both.

Slowly, the hunger within was growing. She had been fasting for many months now - Not food; the lack of that had merely been a side-effect. China had been fasting on contact. For many moons, she had kept herself attached, not allowed anyone to touch her. This girl was the first, the first since Halo had kicked her guts in, the first since that time when the pain had been so horrible that she had wanted to die and return to the sacred womb of the earthmother, where all dad things went in peace.

She had forgotten what it felt like, contact. What it felt like to be touched. A soft pink tongue ran nervously over silvery maw, pupils narrowing whence again they looked up to the girl. She saw, reflected in the girl's eyes, that sin she felt within her own. Finally! Another one of her cursed blood to fall to the faults that she had been born to succumb to. It had only been a matter of time, really. Addictions were so easy, so uncomplicated, within their tainted heritage.

Without a sound, China stood. The movement was sudden, but her eyes had left the tawny girl and were perusing the surroundings, now. Warily. Determined, but still hollow with the fear, that hunted, pursued look that the wild hare always has. Shoulder blades crested like wings above the silvery girl's spine as she straightened, short tail close to silvery thighs, hindered from slinking cowardly between them only by the thick denim fabric of her skirt.

There was nobody nearby, no sounds, no smells. However, they were far too out in the open, and she wanted to be free from places where bleeding eyes could see. Tentatively grasping at the other girl's hand, she tugged gently, insistently, before releasing it. Then, with a silence gifted only to those light-of-paw beasts, those almost of pureblood, she slipped away to the edge of the guesthouse and turned the corner of the building. Here, behind it, was secrecy - The forest cam much closer, and a sense of safety beckoned her towards it. But there was a more pressing hunger within the girl, and she stopped in the dappled and cool shade before turning back, lapis lazuli eagerly seeking her nameless accomplice.

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