03-10-2009, 09:08 PM
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The voice of the woman was calm and soothing as it sought her out. Sabeen turned to see the slender black form of Cwmfen, the wolf that had been promoted at the meeting. As before, she could feel the power resonating from the dark body, almost instantly commanding respect- something rare for the dress-clad lady. Something seemed wrong, though, the curtness in the other's manor. She inclined her head. 'Sabeen Thames. Congratulations on your promotion,' she added, suddenly feeling cold. She wished she had a hit, but she was clean for today.
Sabeen wondered what was making her edgy. The black shapes of yesterday were still chased from her mind, although perhaps this was related. Had she done something? The lady was unaware of her psychosis for the most part. The only time she could remember clearly feeling that awful hallucinatory insanity was when she murdered her sons. Still, she felt no remorse in her for that, having trained herself to believe it was a necessary act of retribution. Now she wondered at the smell of blood in the air- well, that couldn't be her, could it? Cautiously, Sabeen spoke. 'Is something the matter?'
The voice of the woman was calm and soothing as it sought her out. Sabeen turned to see the slender black form of Cwmfen, the wolf that had been promoted at the meeting. As before, she could feel the power resonating from the dark body, almost instantly commanding respect- something rare for the dress-clad lady. Something seemed wrong, though, the curtness in the other's manor. She inclined her head. 'Sabeen Thames. Congratulations on your promotion,' she added, suddenly feeling cold. She wished she had a hit, but she was clean for today.
Sabeen wondered what was making her edgy. The black shapes of yesterday were still chased from her mind, although perhaps this was related. Had she done something? The lady was unaware of her psychosis for the most part. The only time she could remember clearly feeling that awful hallucinatory insanity was when she murdered her sons. Still, she felt no remorse in her for that, having trained herself to believe it was a necessary act of retribution. Now she wondered at the smell of blood in the air- well, that couldn't be her, could it? Cautiously, Sabeen spoke. 'Is something the matter?'