01-27-2009, 09:27 PM
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Avoiding godmoding here. He won't hurt her (unless you'd like her to have another scar).
She stood before him suddenly, eyes ablaze and tongue sharp. Her voice and tone had altered and her presence had suddenly shifted from stupidly innocent to blunt and reckless, now standing before the three-legged gimp as if she was the strongest thing in the world. His eye gazed up at her apathetically while she spoke, his ears remained pricked forward, and his stature was not changed in the least. There was no fear in his aura; he felt no intimidation, no pity, no defeat. Tell me what a scar is, she demanded out of him. The scar over his eyes, just a cut? Well, he didn't argue. He didn't know how it got there, actually. He'd woken up with amnesia, a blind eye, and a pool of blood. That was how Jefferson had been born--a fully-grown adult without a background. Whatever sins he had committed before his amnesia were now summarized by his sightless eye. [/html]
She stood before him suddenly, eyes ablaze and tongue sharp. Her voice and tone had altered and her presence had suddenly shifted from stupidly innocent to blunt and reckless, now standing before the three-legged gimp as if she was the strongest thing in the world. His eye gazed up at her apathetically while she spoke, his ears remained pricked forward, and his stature was not changed in the least. There was no fear in his aura; he felt no intimidation, no pity, no defeat. Tell me what a scar is, she demanded out of him. The scar over his eyes, just a cut? Well, he didn't argue. He didn't know how it got there, actually. He'd woken up with amnesia, a blind eye, and a pool of blood. That was how Jefferson had been born--a fully-grown adult without a background. Whatever sins he had committed before his amnesia were now summarized by his sightless eye.
He scowled up at her a long moment after she'd finished speaking, reactionless to her demands. Then, suddenly, his back talons dug into the hard, frozen ground and sprung the one-eyed creature forward and against her in a blunt, quick attempt to knock her off her feet. He was silent all the while, eye still filled with apathy though his brows furrowed. His jaws opened, revealing those gleaming white daggers that had stolen so many lives in months long past. Jefferson's unused foreleg was put to the ground and suddenly put into use, shooting the creature forward after his first heavy bump into her, intent on jumping on top of her and pinning her down to the ground where she might land.