09-17-2008, 10:42 AM
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”You’re wet...” Cercelee’s melodic voice had spoken the obvious, but it had been the only thing that had come to mind when she had stumbled across the male. Of course, with the down pour, she was soaked through as well, but the male’s appearance, so pitiful that it was, made Cercelee think that maybe the male felt the water more than she did. Or maybe he didn’t notice it at all. His figure had drawn her to him, lean (too lean), only one eye that told the brain what he was seeing, and shaking. Most of all, it was his scowl. Unhappy creature it seemed, and something about that sparked something in Cercelee’s heart. Seeing that scowl from a distance had spurred her legs into motion, she wanted to be near him, to see if that scowl was set in stone or if she could transform it. From the other’s perspective she had probably appeared out of seemingly no where, although it had seemed like a long time to her in coming up to him. She might be the mirror image of a demon from the past, but her personality was that of an angel, if somewhat a whimsical angel. “I’d hate to see you catch a cold mister, perhaps we should find a spot of shelter and dry off, the both of us?” Why she so openly invited a stranger to spend time with her, she was unsure, they had yet to exchange names, which was the first thing one normally did when meeting a new person, but Cercelee didn’t always play by the rules, still, she didn’t expect others to break them so easily. “Unless you can’t go anywhere with strangers, in that case, my name is Cer.” Cercelee smiled hesitantly, prepared for any number of snide remarks. This encounter was not what she had envisioned when she had set out that morning, for merely what she assumed was a walk away from the pack lands, but once she had started, Cer couldn’t keep her mouth from going. |