08-16-2009, 07:30 PM
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i'm not actually sure how sofi is going to get out of this alive. XD; if you think samael would really try to kill her, we could maybe have some random rescuer come in that could chase him away in a few rounds of posts? 398 words
And without warning, all of her fears seemed to be suddenly justified. The brief moment of justification, of knowing that her judgment was good, that she had had some sort of reason to mistrust him, even if she hadn't been able to identify exactly what it was.. Well, it was a very brief moment of pride and odd-relief, extinguished very quickly by an overwhelming (and now fully justified) wave of fear. "No, not at all!" Sofia exclaimed in a response to his initial accusation. She didn't actually have a really good look at him so she didn't really know what she thought of his looks, but she sure as hell knew that she was getting in over her head in this situation.
The coyote tore his hood back, and instantly Sofia was incredibly glad that she had spoken the words before knowing for sure that they were a lie. She didn't really think at this point she would be able to as convincingly say such a thing. It wasn't even the scars, although they certainly didn't help. Kaena had been scared, and Sofia had actually found her oddly beautiful. Not in the typical way or anything, but beautiful none-the-less. No, it was the expression, the rage, the bared fangs twisting his already twisted face into something horrific. Truly a creature from a nightmare. Too late did she realize that her distaste was showing on her face, plain as day, clearly and distinctly marking her previous words as lies.
Sofia didn't know what to say as he continued screaming responses to nothing that she had said or even really thought. She didn't believe he had inflicted his scars upon himself, but the rage could surely be attributed to no one else. And if he could jump topics so carelessly, then she could just as easily disregard his emotional shrieks. He was advancing closer and closer, and her heart fluttered in her chest like a desperate caged bird. Too slow, too slow to react, once more! Too late did she realize that backing up would not remain a solution for long. It wasn't until the heel of her left foot collided against concrete that she realized his attempt to pin her, and her desperate last effort to sidestep was completely futile, he was close enough to grab her, then. "Why are you doing this?" She whimpered, pressed up against the wall.
And without warning, all of her fears seemed to be suddenly justified. The brief moment of justification, of knowing that her judgment was good, that she had had some sort of reason to mistrust him, even if she hadn't been able to identify exactly what it was.. Well, it was a very brief moment of pride and odd-relief, extinguished very quickly by an overwhelming (and now fully justified) wave of fear. "No, not at all!" Sofia exclaimed in a response to his initial accusation. She didn't actually have a really good look at him so she didn't really know what she thought of his looks, but she sure as hell knew that she was getting in over her head in this situation.
The coyote tore his hood back, and instantly Sofia was incredibly glad that she had spoken the words before knowing for sure that they were a lie. She didn't really think at this point she would be able to as convincingly say such a thing. It wasn't even the scars, although they certainly didn't help. Kaena had been scared, and Sofia had actually found her oddly beautiful. Not in the typical way or anything, but beautiful none-the-less. No, it was the expression, the rage, the bared fangs twisting his already twisted face into something horrific. Truly a creature from a nightmare. Too late did she realize that her distaste was showing on her face, plain as day, clearly and distinctly marking her previous words as lies.
Sofia didn't know what to say as he continued screaming responses to nothing that she had said or even really thought. She didn't believe he had inflicted his scars upon himself, but the rage could surely be attributed to no one else. And if he could jump topics so carelessly, then she could just as easily disregard his emotional shrieks. He was advancing closer and closer, and her heart fluttered in her chest like a desperate caged bird. Too slow, too slow to react, once more! Too late did she realize that backing up would not remain a solution for long. It wasn't until the heel of her left foot collided against concrete that she realized his attempt to pin her, and her desperate last effort to sidestep was completely futile, he was close enough to grab her, then. "Why are you doing this?" She whimpered, pressed up against the wall.