streetwise angel, booksmart devil

Lilin Soulstorm · 01-03-2012, 08:10 PM

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Certainly not one to converse with, was he? While other canines might have gotten a clue and left at the first signs of antipathy, Lilin found herself unaffected by it. Au contraire, she was accustomed to borderline rejection and insolence. She had spent her entire life living with a clique of good-for-nothing males under the grasp of her dam’s feminine assets. Never had she been addressed directly by one of them. Not that she really cared either; the brawny dolts had kept her fed and alive. Whatever deal they’d had going on, it had been promptly abolished with Lillith Stormbringer’s disappearing act. And now here she was, facing the same problem she had been presented with back home. Another greedy brute simply refused to share his meal. They were all the same, preferring a dispute over the hassle-free road. He could have given her a portion of a rabbit, not even a full one, and she would have already been on her way! But no, instead he chose to make it quite frustrating for both parties.

Still, the two words he’d spoken were disconcerting. In reality, she had expected him to provide an answer to her second inquiry and not the first one. He had done the exact opposite and needless to say, it bothered her to some extent. Okay, so he minded her presence. She knew that much already. It’s not like his attitude had gone unnoticed. His obvious disdain with her physical appearance had also been discerned. So he was a narrow-minded prick too. Two brows were brought together quizzically, matching the male’s obvious vexation if only for a moment. Her maw parted almost immediately, with every intention of countering his haughty attitude with a verbal comeback. But nothing came. Whatever words had been meant for him died down in the pit of her throat, swallowed by the sudden pang in her head.

Crystal blue irises remained on the nearly frozen flesh being disembowelled right in front of her, keeping her expression as stoic as possible until the pain became too much to bear. Eyelids shut, morphing into the thinnest line they could have possibly formed. Her right hand pressed against the corresponding temple, conjuring a barely audible whine. The Azathoth descendant recoiled instinctively, contributing to the greater distance now separating them. Then everything stopped. Silence reigned for a moment before she heard it: a whisper, her name, a voice she’d never heard before. For a fleeting second, her sire’s vibrant blue seemed to overshadow the hint of turquoise in her eyes. And once everything passed, a display of sheer animosity lingered on her face. Whatever had just happened, it was his fault. She suddenly didn’t like him either and she wasn’t going anywhere.

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