06-30-2009, 05:58 PM
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The unfamiliar faces meant nothing. Aurèle had what she needed. It was not until her niece spoke that the woman even noticed her presence. She turned her head and felt the scars on her neck, but they did not perturb her as they had that first night. As with all things, they would fade. “Nothing for you to worry over,” she said, faking that pleasant demeanor, faking the smile. Did she need to tell the child she had achieved immortality? No, she did not. As with Tayui, Aurèle had asked nothing. She had demanded. She had provoked. She had gained from the devil at the cost of vanity.
On her face, the smile turned vicious, thinking of that night. A motion was made and the alabaster woman began to stalk quietly. Her shoulder brushed against her niece, explaining without speaking that she was to follow suit. Though the girl did not stay as quiet as her elder, it was not enough to spook the deer. When they were close enough—to the point that the musk of droppings and shedding fur, to the point that she could see the brown-black eyes and read each ones fate—Aurèle took the lead and let out a ferocious bark. All of the tension that had coiled in her muscles released and she rushed forward, snapping wildly, though keeping a set distance between herself and the animals running ahead.
The unfamiliar faces meant nothing. Aurèle had what she needed. It was not until her niece spoke that the woman even noticed her presence. She turned her head and felt the scars on her neck, but they did not perturb her as they had that first night. As with all things, they would fade. “Nothing for you to worry over,” she said, faking that pleasant demeanor, faking the smile. Did she need to tell the child she had achieved immortality? No, she did not. As with Tayui, Aurèle had asked nothing. She had demanded. She had provoked. She had gained from the devil at the cost of vanity.
On her face, the smile turned vicious, thinking of that night. A motion was made and the alabaster woman began to stalk quietly. Her shoulder brushed against her niece, explaining without speaking that she was to follow suit. Though the girl did not stay as quiet as her elder, it was not enough to spook the deer. When they were close enough—to the point that the musk of droppings and shedding fur, to the point that she could see the brown-black eyes and read each ones fate—Aurèle took the lead and let out a ferocious bark. All of the tension that had coiled in her muscles released and she rushed forward, snapping wildly, though keeping a set distance between herself and the animals running ahead.