The Cross Cloaked in Mists
01-18-2014, 10:49 AM
She kept her head lowered and her ears back in mistrust as she kept her teeth rightly bared. She knew nothing of this man, and even if he would sit quietly. He showed no outward ill will towards her, and he almost looked as though he wished to be friendly. That was not how Twig would accept it though, there was paranoia rooted deeply within her. Only those in her family were given her trust, strangers had to earn it. She was a harsh mistress, her walls incredibly thick. She would let no one pass through. "Oh, I want a lot of things, at a lot of different times. I want to be left alone, but I don't want to be alone always. I want to run, to always run, but I want to sit still and watch time pass. I want a family, but I remember how horribly shitty they are and think 'nah, no you don't'." He would take her question quite out of context, his purpose obviously a it of conversation. Teeth would disappear behind her pale lips covered them, another growl would resonate from her chest as an answer. Family was everything to her. They were her whole world the reason she had even come to this forsaken place. In all of Twig's bristly nature she was hardly aggressive. Yes she put on a display of one, but she would never attack with out first being provoked. At the moment the man was not doing anything that would make her suspect ill will, so she would keep her distance and watch his movements. She was tempted to run off into the mist to leave him behind and never encounter him again. He seemed quite intent upon her giving him conversation, one skill set she was certainly lacking in. Ashley Black did not hold conversation with anyone but those who were bred just the same as her, what made him think he was so special to be graced with her words? "I want a conversation, but I don't want to get my head bitten off. One as lovely as yourself though? I may take it and go to Hell smiling." He thought she was lovely huh? Maybe she should have fought him, to prove she was not just a pretty face but she was worthy of any title a male could hold. She worked to become as strong as her brothers, to be like them and prove her strength. She was not some delicate flower. "That wish can certainly be granted." her bristly voice would sound in response about going to Hell. "If you couldn't tell. I'm not one for conversation.. especially with strangers. Hackles would bristle at the word as she looked him over once more. Violet eyes would narrow again as she debated once again about running off into the mist. I can talk! |
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