I'm still yearning for your touch

N/A · 07-05-2013, 09:48 PM

He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. The chill ocean breeze that was winding its way through the area was his way of announcing his presence, his familiar scent making its way towards his sister. As he had expected she caught it, silvery crown raising, coral gems locking with his cyan ones. Of course she would know it was him. She wasn't a complete idiot. Despite having seen him, she didn't rise, didn't make any type movement except for the turn of her head to face him. Her lack of reaction only worked to infuriate him more. She should've been up on her paws already, coming to greet him, to see what was wrong, see if there was anything she could offer him. But of course, she knew better. She could obviously sense his murderous rage boiling white hot in his blood and so she stayed put, not making any type of comments or movements that would push him in the direction of hurting her. She apparently wanted to conserve that pretty little head of hers tonight. Smart move.

Demyan. came her soft purr, barely audible in comparison to the crashing waves below them. He took his time moving towards her, careful to make his movements looks fluid, natural, aware to keep any sign of pain from registering across his fa?ade so he wouldn't give Cataleya any reason to taunt him. Not that she would, if she wanted to keep her body completely intact for the night. She turned away from him as he approached, looking out to see as she asked what had happened. Why the fuck do you care? he snarled, ice sharpening his words. She was just playing nice so that he wouldn't rip something off her. And it was working; for the most part. Fire like cyan pools flickered to meet his sister's coral ones, her fa?ade deceptively void of any kind of emotion as snarl twisted his pale lips, though the sound stayed locked away within his chest.

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