i always feel like somebody's watching me.

N/A · 07-15-2013, 11:46 AM

Amaranth, that name had become her mantra, the very source of her inner strength, her determination, her drive and often, the pausing of every mental faculty she owned, she loved to dance upon the line that separated madness from sanity and her mind often slipped, giving into her more basic thrills. Teeth gnashing, claws slashing, foam and drool coating ivory pearls and lips... oh she could remember each and every time she had faced an adversary without the annoying persistence of her mind. Orange oculars locked with this stranger, her pelt quivering with a muscle spasm as he held her gaze.

She shifted, paws lifting and replacing themselves in the uneven terrain, she shook her skull and a smile tugged at her inky black lips. ?Beauty? Tis not a word that describes me my dear. What tis your name?? Her voice was a low rumble, never high pitched and certainly never screeching. Her tail complacently lashed back and forth, dusting the backs of her thighs almost with a mind of its own. Was she excited? Irritated? Enthralled? Repulsed? She didn't even know anymore. She didn't try to analyze her emotions, her thoughts, her feelings. Amaranth simply was and that was good enough for her.

Speech,

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