02-05-2009, 08:53 PM
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After she had mentioned the coyote's name, their conversation took a rather unexpected turn. Jazper took his arms from her and stood up, a fire raging in his eyes, a fire she understood all too well. As she watched him shift down into the halfling form her mouth was agape. Was this how she looked to Pilot that day? Turning into such an angry beast right before his eyes? Of course she hadn't really changed at that point. It hadn't been until Hybrid had been close that she had transformed into that monster.
As her dear friend went off on an unexplainable tirade she just laid there and stared, unable to speak. Did he know who Hybrid was? Had the mad Inferni member done something to Jazper as well? Or if not him someone he knew and cared about? Never before had Savina seen such rage in the younger dark male. It was a little frightening, the passion with which he spoke of mutilating the coyote. Then suddenly as it had started it was over and he had slammed the door and left. Still unable to make any sort of noise, she laid her head down on the blankets, hoping that her friend was not about to go try and make the same mistake she had.
After she had mentioned the coyote's name, their conversation took a rather unexpected turn. Jazper took his arms from her and stood up, a fire raging in his eyes, a fire she understood all too well. As she watched him shift down into the halfling form her mouth was agape. Was this how she looked to Pilot that day? Turning into such an angry beast right before his eyes? Of course she hadn't really changed at that point. It hadn't been until Hybrid had been close that she had transformed into that monster.
As her dear friend went off on an unexplainable tirade she just laid there and stared, unable to speak. Did he know who Hybrid was? Had the mad Inferni member done something to Jazper as well? Or if not him someone he knew and cared about? Never before had Savina seen such rage in the younger dark male. It was a little frightening, the passion with which he spoke of mutilating the coyote. Then suddenly as it had started it was over and he had slammed the door and left. Still unable to make any sort of noise, she laid her head down on the blankets, hoping that her friend was not about to go try and make the same mistake she had.