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Disturbance



Maija

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09-11-2013, 12:04 AM




She should have known the exact location of her so-called 'prey'. In reality, it had been because she was lost in her own mental fog until his scent had hit her nose. If Maija had been focused and was actually paying attention, she would have been the one to surprise him! Small details she missed made her all the more upset with herself, but for the first time since meeting Dragomir, she let the miniature failures go without thinking about them. Wow. Maija really was becoming more messed up than before. It was just something she didn't want to admit to herself yet.
When the stranger revealed himself, Maija was surprised by the contrast of his fur and the ice surrounding them. He stood out like a sore thumb, and she knew that was another small detail she failed to obtain in her surroundings. Her ears remained flattened against her crown, making her eyes bigger and her face appearing defenseless and hurt. She kept her stony expression and her growls became shorter and more frequent as she started to shiver from the cold. She quickly shook all over, regaining her solid stance. Weakness was something she could not - WOULD NOT - let anyone see from her. Especially in the eyes of a stranger who, probably, had a reputation for raping and killing females who showed such flaws. Another Rotterdam in the world. Just what she - and the world - both needed.
His words were relaxed, but his gaze rang with a different tune. Maija's heart skipped a tiny beat, so tiny she didn't even realize it had happened. Eyes were supposed to be windows to the soul, and he didn't seem to want anyone to enter. She felt the same way about her own soul, and with that small, comforting thought, Maija relaxed her snarling lips. Her guard still up, she kept her defensive stance as he spoke to her, sarcastically asking a question that had no definite answer.
Maija decided to play on the question and she changed her tactic. Rather than give him the satisfaction of her sarcastic wit, she shook her lovely head and rose from her current stance. Her form stretched out, showing off the curves and how her fur changed from being long and thick on her body to the shorter fur that graced her legs and paws. At first, she did all right with, "If I knew who you were...perhaps," but she carried on with, "unfortunately, I do not. Therefore, my question to you is: Would you be worth looking for?" She blinked once, icy, leaf-green gaze burning into his own. "If so, it wouldn't be very smart having them try to come up here and risk their lives. So inconsiderate." Oh well. Coldness and sarcasm were a part of her; she couldn't live without either one.




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