Life Has Slipped Through Her Paws Time and Time Again
12-23-2015, 09:21 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-23-2015, 09:21 AM by Evangeline.)
It took a moment for his words to actually register. After all, it was a ridiculous notion. One of her brothers taking a slave? The very idea was laughable. Wasn't it?
But Angelus seemed quite smugly pleased with himself, and it forced her to consider that he might actually be serious - that and the fact that the limp body between them was even there. Vana's face crinkled in disbelieve and - though she refused to admit it - envy. "How come you get to take slaves?" The words slipped out before she could keep them back, but she did manage to swallow back the 'no fair!' and 'I want a slave!' that also threatened. She smoothed her bristling fur and very deliberately turned up her nose. "So what anyway? Who wants a lazy ugly slave to drag around everywhere? It's going to take you months just to get her fat butt to a proper weight and I can't do a thing about her face. You should have gotten a pretty slave." She 'hmph'd, so determined to hide her own envy behind snide remarks and insults that every word and action just made it more clear.
At the same time he'd come to her to fix his broken toy, and it was very pleasing. She couldn't help it really, she had to jump at the chance to show off her knowledge... She cast a glance down at the slave, judged it to just be one major wound. She didn't really care about any bruising - let the slave be uncomfortable. The fact that she was unconscious wasn't good. It brought up the question of whether she was concussed, or just so weak that she'd fainted from blood loss. Vana scowled down at the form.
"If you want to have a slave tomorrow, you should put pressure on that neck wound," she sniffed. And with that she'd flounced back to where she'd dropped her bag of medical supplies on the way in.
But Angelus seemed quite smugly pleased with himself, and it forced her to consider that he might actually be serious - that and the fact that the limp body between them was even there. Vana's face crinkled in disbelieve and - though she refused to admit it - envy. "How come you get to take slaves?" The words slipped out before she could keep them back, but she did manage to swallow back the 'no fair!' and 'I want a slave!' that also threatened. She smoothed her bristling fur and very deliberately turned up her nose. "So what anyway? Who wants a lazy ugly slave to drag around everywhere? It's going to take you months just to get her fat butt to a proper weight and I can't do a thing about her face. You should have gotten a pretty slave." She 'hmph'd, so determined to hide her own envy behind snide remarks and insults that every word and action just made it more clear.
At the same time he'd come to her to fix his broken toy, and it was very pleasing. She couldn't help it really, she had to jump at the chance to show off her knowledge... She cast a glance down at the slave, judged it to just be one major wound. She didn't really care about any bruising - let the slave be uncomfortable. The fact that she was unconscious wasn't good. It brought up the question of whether she was concussed, or just so weak that she'd fainted from blood loss. Vana scowled down at the form.
"If you want to have a slave tomorrow, you should put pressure on that neck wound," she sniffed. And with that she'd flounced back to where she'd dropped her bag of medical supplies on the way in.
