01-04-2012, 02:48 PM
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To her relief he didn't seem angry that she had contradicted him in his assessment of her person. To herself Gemma was nothing special. Oh she knew people looked at her an envied, jealousy rife through their pale in comparison bodies, they stared and muttered, some lusting after the generous curves and large breasts in the manner of uncivilized beasts, some making comments and others actions with their paws, it was all pretty disgusting really, if she truly thought on it, but to herself she was nothing to envy, she knew she was beautiful but she couldn't see it herself. When she looked into a reflective surface to view her face and her hair, her luscious attributes all she could see was failure and uselessness. She saw her murdering rapist father's eyes that captured so many peoples attention with their intense expressiveness and her child abusing, hateful mother's pelt color, she was the worst of both her parents and whenever she saw herself she knew that she could never escape it.
His words made her pause to think but they still did not change her opinion of herself, she was still shamed and beaten, broken, abused. It would take a lot of work, mentally and physically before Gemma would ever think differently of herself. When her fur grew back it would hide the scars, when her body filled out again it would hide the damage, perhaps when her soul was reborn it would be whole and undamaged as well. But a concealed body was the most she would ask for at the moment. No sense taunting into whichever gods had decided her life was their toilet to shit on her even more, she couldn't take any more. The female lowered her eyes from his onto her lap where her hands twisted together in an uncomfortable grasp.
She listened to his story as he told it, his dream that he told her. She stared forwards into the fire, seeing beyond the flames and beyond the ashes and smoke into the dream he was describing, she could see herself as he was describing, a young girl with an endless love for her father and at that time her mother too, only wishing for her mother to love her back as her only dream of heart. Then everything went cold as her father's lust filled face swam before her eyes, the cries of her pain rang in her ears, the blackness had taken her and wouldn't let go. Her world had been shattered but she hid it behind smiles, and fake laughs. She was daddy's little girl and he would always want her.
Her arms crept around herself as his tale continued onwards, and she shivered a little from the cold that stirred inside of herself, an empty lost, lonely part of her. The beaten child that still didn't understand why daddy had turned so nasty, why mama hurt her so much, why Pippa and Felicity hated her and Ann was her only companion, her only light in the dark. Even the ending of his story, although she supposed it was supposed to be happy creeped her out, there were no happy endings.. period. Still his story was good and would perhaps be more entertaining to somebody who didn't relate as closely to it, she nodded weakly to his question feeling bile churning in in her gut,
"Yeah!
To her relief he didn't seem angry that she had contradicted him in his assessment of her person. To herself Gemma was nothing special. Oh she knew people looked at her an envied, jealousy rife through their pale in comparison bodies, they stared and muttered, some lusting after the generous curves and large breasts in the manner of uncivilized beasts, some making comments and others actions with their paws, it was all pretty disgusting really, if she truly thought on it, but to herself she was nothing to envy, she knew she was beautiful but she couldn't see it herself. When she looked into a reflective surface to view her face and her hair, her luscious attributes all she could see was failure and uselessness. She saw her murdering rapist father's eyes that captured so many peoples attention with their intense expressiveness and her child abusing, hateful mother's pelt color, she was the worst of both her parents and whenever she saw herself she knew that she could never escape it.
His words made her pause to think but they still did not change her opinion of herself, she was still shamed and beaten, broken, abused. It would take a lot of work, mentally and physically before Gemma would ever think differently of herself. When her fur grew back it would hide the scars, when her body filled out again it would hide the damage, perhaps when her soul was reborn it would be whole and undamaged as well. But a concealed body was the most she would ask for at the moment. No sense taunting into whichever gods had decided her life was their toilet to shit on her even more, she couldn't take any more. The female lowered her eyes from his onto her lap where her hands twisted together in an uncomfortable grasp.
She listened to his story as he told it, his dream that he told her. She stared forwards into the fire, seeing beyond the flames and beyond the ashes and smoke into the dream he was describing, she could see herself as he was describing, a young girl with an endless love for her father and at that time her mother too, only wishing for her mother to love her back as her only dream of heart. Then everything went cold as her father's lust filled face swam before her eyes, the cries of her pain rang in her ears, the blackness had taken her and wouldn't let go. Her world had been shattered but she hid it behind smiles, and fake laughs. She was daddy's little girl and he would always want her.
Her arms crept around herself as his tale continued onwards, and she shivered a little from the cold that stirred inside of herself, an empty lost, lonely part of her. The beaten child that still didn't understand why daddy had turned so nasty, why mama hurt her so much, why Pippa and Felicity hated her and Ann was her only companion, her only light in the dark. Even the ending of his story, although she supposed it was supposed to be happy creeped her out, there were no happy endings.. period. Still his story was good and would perhaps be more entertaining to somebody who didn't relate as closely to it, she nodded weakly to his question feeling bile churning in in her gut,
"Yeah!