03-05-2009, 06:06 PM
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The lady's smile grew in proportion to the other's frown, all teeth bared in a gleaming grin. She drew her arms over her chest, hugging her full body close. The introduction came, and it was satisfactory for Sabeen, but the question struck a sour note in her euphoria. Her grin curled into a brief snarl before fading to a small smile. The dark red eyes of her daughter peered into her soul. 'Sie nahm meine Seele.' For a moment she was deadly silent, her eyes unfocused. She looked towards Deuce as if to move, but ultimately collapsed into a sitting position, drawing her loose dress up around her hips. 'She'd rather cut her eyes out then see me.' Her voice was almost tinged with sadness. Sometimes, Sabeen could not remember her past, and what she had done to her children. Sometimes she forgot and asked herself, what has become of my children? And then she remembered, and her mood turned south.
The effects of the high were starting to wear off- her limbs felt heavy as she sat on the ground, peering up into the white wolf's face. 'How'dja get that nasty scar, eh? A fightt?' She drew out the word fight, tilting her head back as she burst into another slow laugh.
The lady's smile grew in proportion to the other's frown, all teeth bared in a gleaming grin. She drew her arms over her chest, hugging her full body close. The introduction came, and it was satisfactory for Sabeen, but the question struck a sour note in her euphoria. Her grin curled into a brief snarl before fading to a small smile. The dark red eyes of her daughter peered into her soul. 'Sie nahm meine Seele.' For a moment she was deadly silent, her eyes unfocused. She looked towards Deuce as if to move, but ultimately collapsed into a sitting position, drawing her loose dress up around her hips. 'She'd rather cut her eyes out then see me.' Her voice was almost tinged with sadness. Sometimes, Sabeen could not remember her past, and what she had done to her children. Sometimes she forgot and asked herself, what has become of my children? And then she remembered, and her mood turned south.
The effects of the high were starting to wear off- her limbs felt heavy as she sat on the ground, peering up into the white wolf's face. 'How'dja get that nasty scar, eh? A fightt?' She drew out the word fight, tilting her head back as she burst into another slow laugh.