03-04-2012, 02:02 PM
ooc: you need to poke me from time to time to make me post.. con prep getting in the way.. c.c
ic: She was reminded every step of the way that she was different as she killed the distance between them. When he lifted her like she was nothing to place her behind him once more she was remind of how she was like a small doll within the clan of strong and deadly women. Ezekiel has reminded her that she was dangerous, that she was a force all her own, but when it came to her dark hued cousin she felt like she was cascading down the river rapids with no end in sight. She closed her lavender grey orbs and took a deep breath, trying to force away the turmoil of emotions that were taking hold.
She had kept her eyes closed most of the ride, not from fear but because it was easier that way. The heat that radiated from Helotes body, so close to touch, yet so far away, was still felt. The sound of him breathing, the clomp of the mare's hooves, even the late winter sounds of the world around them could drown out the whispers in her mind as for once in her life she was truly afraid. Those of Lykoi blood were not creatures to be fooled with, each just as dangerous as the next, but there was a wreckless madness she had inherited as well, from a line just as pure in it's own way. Perhaps this was not the life she was suppose to life, but it was the life she'd chosen.. and she would follow down this dark winding road until the sunlight shone again.
She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn't realized that Helotes had been speaking to her, until her voice seemed to catch in his throat. She had been balanced precariously on the back of the horse, not allowing her hands to twine around his waist for fear of the fire she might start, but in that moment she almost fell from her perch, throwing out her tiny hands, her small fingers curling around his waist as her claws brushed against his skin. She could almost swear that the mare had put a little extra umph into her step to cause the unearthing but what could the small woman say that wouldn't sound like a childish accusation. Instead she was silent for far longer than she intended.
Her eyes were misty as she finally spoke, her voice thick with unspent raw emotions, "Aye, I've missed you too.." She knew that if she spoke his name that she would fall. That she would no longer be the strong willed stubborn ghost of the clan. That she would turn into something else.. she wasn't sure if he was ready for what she could become.. and she hadn't given him a chance either...
ic: She was reminded every step of the way that she was different as she killed the distance between them. When he lifted her like she was nothing to place her behind him once more she was remind of how she was like a small doll within the clan of strong and deadly women. Ezekiel has reminded her that she was dangerous, that she was a force all her own, but when it came to her dark hued cousin she felt like she was cascading down the river rapids with no end in sight. She closed her lavender grey orbs and took a deep breath, trying to force away the turmoil of emotions that were taking hold.
She had kept her eyes closed most of the ride, not from fear but because it was easier that way. The heat that radiated from Helotes body, so close to touch, yet so far away, was still felt. The sound of him breathing, the clomp of the mare's hooves, even the late winter sounds of the world around them could drown out the whispers in her mind as for once in her life she was truly afraid. Those of Lykoi blood were not creatures to be fooled with, each just as dangerous as the next, but there was a wreckless madness she had inherited as well, from a line just as pure in it's own way. Perhaps this was not the life she was suppose to life, but it was the life she'd chosen.. and she would follow down this dark winding road until the sunlight shone again.
She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn't realized that Helotes had been speaking to her, until her voice seemed to catch in his throat. She had been balanced precariously on the back of the horse, not allowing her hands to twine around his waist for fear of the fire she might start, but in that moment she almost fell from her perch, throwing out her tiny hands, her small fingers curling around his waist as her claws brushed against his skin. She could almost swear that the mare had put a little extra umph into her step to cause the unearthing but what could the small woman say that wouldn't sound like a childish accusation. Instead she was silent for far longer than she intended.
Her eyes were misty as she finally spoke, her voice thick with unspent raw emotions, "Aye, I've missed you too.." She knew that if she spoke his name that she would fall. That she would no longer be the strong willed stubborn ghost of the clan. That she would turn into something else.. she wasn't sure if he was ready for what she could become.. and she hadn't given him a chance either...