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10-17-2013, 02:34 PM
As soon as it had started, it would end. The man would speak to her then turn away, his intentions set on ending this meeting. Lips creased into a smirk as she watched him go. She would not call for his attention any longer, because even she was starting to become disgusted again. After all he did hurt her only moments ago, but had quickly turned off his hostile nature and had touched her tenderly. Why wouldn't she be disgusted? Mainly it was because she was so much like him. Both had walls that continually changed, neither of them displayed the same emotions or intentions all the time. Both had rocky pasts that had molded them into monsters. Maybe they were more alike than Isardis had ever imagined. Maybe this was her path, and his intertwined with hers. Maybe they were meant for each other. Lips would twitch as she sighed heavily, body turning as she would lay down again. Her scruff still hurt, but she was doing her best to ignore the pain. Might as well get used to it, for someday he would be mounted over her and tearing her scruff again. |