04-25-2009, 12:37 PM
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SORRY ARG WAIT |:<<< AND CRAP. AND WRONG ACCOUNT GJAGFJ
The world was divided. On one half, her fate led to her death at the hands of this Vendetta. He would move in and take it from her, so easily, and she would not resist, content to die at the hands of a superior entity. On the other, she did not die, and from there it faded away so she could not see her own fate. So she could not say she was surprised at the sudden move, as she gracefully- as gracefully as a four-legged being could- collapsed backwards, the larger male holding her down. Her eyes smiled while her lips didn't move. He confirmed her suspicions.
Had she come to give herself over? Sabeen couldn't be sure. She was helpless as a newborn babe, adrift, without an anchor. But she did not truly believe she was going to die tonight. Her death would come at the hands of someone who had earned it, not this stranger, no matter how primordial or sublime he was. It was with this knowledge that she could look him in the eyes, 'Not yet,' she murmured, her voice peaceful. 'Unterrichten mich.' Softly she spoke her native tongue, allowing her throat to be bare, still knowing this wasn't her time. A parallel drawn unbeknown to the ignorant female between this moment and the Illiad, as Zeus laid Hektor's and Achilleus' fate on a scale and Hektor's was heavier, his time to die, so was her life being weighed and finding it was not time to die.
Like a cancer scare In the dentist's chair
The world was divided. On one half, her fate led to her death at the hands of this Vendetta. He would move in and take it from her, so easily, and she would not resist, content to die at the hands of a superior entity. On the other, she did not die, and from there it faded away so she could not see her own fate. So she could not say she was surprised at the sudden move, as she gracefully- as gracefully as a four-legged being could- collapsed backwards, the larger male holding her down. Her eyes smiled while her lips didn't move. He confirmed her suspicions.
Had she come to give herself over? Sabeen couldn't be sure. She was helpless as a newborn babe, adrift, without an anchor. But she did not truly believe she was going to die tonight. Her death would come at the hands of someone who had earned it, not this stranger, no matter how primordial or sublime he was. It was with this knowledge that she could look him in the eyes, 'Not yet,' she murmured, her voice peaceful. 'Unterrichten mich.' Softly she spoke her native tongue, allowing her throat to be bare, still knowing this wasn't her time. A parallel drawn unbeknown to the ignorant female between this moment and the Illiad, as Zeus laid Hektor's and Achilleus' fate on a scale and Hektor's was heavier, his time to die, so was her life being weighed and finding it was not time to die.