05-20-2010, 04:48 AM
WC: 590.
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He was a silent witness. Statuesque as she spoke, he seemingly watched her every movement. Lucia pondered on this momentarily, placing this behaviour to some underlying trust issues or something – though, from the rumours that travelled over the landscapes, it was understandable why he kept his guard up. There was little emotion in his face; a blank canvass of power and control. There was something tedious about being in the presence of Snake’s superior – the watcher of the flock, whom she figured could quite easily cut down her soldier if she mentioned the myriad of things they had done in the sands of the Quart’s Shoreline. A small smile twitched across her obsidian maw, the flicker of memories passing through the dark corridors of her mind. However, it quickly passed. She remembered in whom she stood before, and given the lack of trust she had from the coyote hybrid, it seemed best to keep those memories locked away – trust worked both ways.
Glancing up at him, she shifted slightly. Posture changed, slightly more relaxed as his words seemed to calm her. It was a blessing that he did not treat her like some of the past powers of the land. Haku’s face came to mind – he was beyond rude, and she never had responded well to such behaviour. Lucia gave as well as she got – and even though it often gave her one of those troublesome reputations, it meant she kept to her word. It was her bond – and loyalty was one of those traits she valued above all else.
“Try and kill you?” Her head tilted curiously to the left, auds perked atop her crown. Those viridian coals shone with some sort of lust to acquire knowledge. She wanted to know, she wanted to figure out the ways of the creatures that shared the land. It was a strange thing – contact. It was weird how one being could interact with someone in one way, then be completely different with another. She supposed it had something to do with vibes and first impressions, but being one of those not-so-skilled people-persons, she passed on the thought and simply waited for some kind of insight to the statement that this higher rank had made.
Finally, the subject shifted. He asked about the solider as though there was distaste on his tongue. Perhaps it was the idea of her and him mingling – the different species bonding as one - or maybe he had some kind of inkling of what they had shared. She had her doubts though. Surely, if that was the case, he would ask her about it? That or tell her not to speak to the warrior anymore. She wasn’t sure on the protocol; was their love forbidden? Was it even 'love'? So many questions – just not the right time for them really. Swallowing tightly, the nerves beginning to tingle in her stomach, her breaths caught in her throat. She could feel the anxiety building. What should she say? Why did she bring it up? She never thought about the consequences.
Shaking down her pelt, her malachite eyes dragged over the horizon; she guessed it was better not to look him in the eyes. “Erm,” she stumbled on her words – bad form. Her mouth went dry. “We met on the Quart’s Shoreline. We exchanged words...” And sex, her mind filled in the sentence. She stared at the ground. The silence was killing her. She had to speak. “He’s a friend,” she mumbled, lying was not in her nature. “....Is it forbidden?”
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He was a silent witness. Statuesque as she spoke, he seemingly watched her every movement. Lucia pondered on this momentarily, placing this behaviour to some underlying trust issues or something – though, from the rumours that travelled over the landscapes, it was understandable why he kept his guard up. There was little emotion in his face; a blank canvass of power and control. There was something tedious about being in the presence of Snake’s superior – the watcher of the flock, whom she figured could quite easily cut down her soldier if she mentioned the myriad of things they had done in the sands of the Quart’s Shoreline. A small smile twitched across her obsidian maw, the flicker of memories passing through the dark corridors of her mind. However, it quickly passed. She remembered in whom she stood before, and given the lack of trust she had from the coyote hybrid, it seemed best to keep those memories locked away – trust worked both ways.
Glancing up at him, she shifted slightly. Posture changed, slightly more relaxed as his words seemed to calm her. It was a blessing that he did not treat her like some of the past powers of the land. Haku’s face came to mind – he was beyond rude, and she never had responded well to such behaviour. Lucia gave as well as she got – and even though it often gave her one of those troublesome reputations, it meant she kept to her word. It was her bond – and loyalty was one of those traits she valued above all else.
“Try and kill you?” Her head tilted curiously to the left, auds perked atop her crown. Those viridian coals shone with some sort of lust to acquire knowledge. She wanted to know, she wanted to figure out the ways of the creatures that shared the land. It was a strange thing – contact. It was weird how one being could interact with someone in one way, then be completely different with another. She supposed it had something to do with vibes and first impressions, but being one of those not-so-skilled people-persons, she passed on the thought and simply waited for some kind of insight to the statement that this higher rank had made.
Finally, the subject shifted. He asked about the solider as though there was distaste on his tongue. Perhaps it was the idea of her and him mingling – the different species bonding as one - or maybe he had some kind of inkling of what they had shared. She had her doubts though. Surely, if that was the case, he would ask her about it? That or tell her not to speak to the warrior anymore. She wasn’t sure on the protocol; was their love forbidden? Was it even 'love'? So many questions – just not the right time for them really. Swallowing tightly, the nerves beginning to tingle in her stomach, her breaths caught in her throat. She could feel the anxiety building. What should she say? Why did she bring it up? She never thought about the consequences.
Shaking down her pelt, her malachite eyes dragged over the horizon; she guessed it was better not to look him in the eyes. “Erm,” she stumbled on her words – bad form. Her mouth went dry. “We met on the Quart’s Shoreline. We exchanged words...” And sex, her mind filled in the sentence. She stared at the ground. The silence was killing her. She had to speak. “He’s a friend,” she mumbled, lying was not in her nature. “....Is it forbidden?”