Serenity
04-01-2014, 04:29 PM
She locked her eyes to his and he was hypnotised by that swirling mass of sapphire, that shone and sparked with that brilliance of life she held beneath her pools. The intensity he felt within her was something he had not experience before, it was nothing like the cool serenity of Erani, the silent warmth of Lyric, in Liberty it was a blaze of emotion a flurry of life and it almost blinded him. He had to tear himself forcibly back to reality, blinking sanity back into his own murky-silver orbs. He listened as she spoke of her Alpha and he was astounded at the intensity of her words, and what they said. She was in love with her Alpha? He knew almost nothing of Glaciem except for its alignment, which he still was not fully convinced this fae boosted. Perhaps it explained something if that was why she remained there, if not for love of pack and family, then for love of the heart. She spoke ofer birth, but gave little to clarify it, and he felt a little swell of sadness at her description of her parents. He saw that burst if flurry light fire against her eyes, and die as quickly as it had kindled to life. He resettled his paws against the earth as she shifted her gaze from him, and so it was that he could not see her eyes at her next set of words. There content however, stilled his movements. His owns eyes snapped from the waters and onto her form. Her words, they chilled him and he felt a little shudder fall across his body. Was she telling him that he had been wrong? That there had been no innocent and hormones that had brought her to her actions, that she called herself a seductress and that all of them wanted a piece of their king, they they where a pack of females and their king. He shuddered again, an odd pain blooming in his heart as he turned his eyes from her again, and this time they refused to resettle onto her form, refused to raise and look at her again. He had not known the nature of Glacium, and hearing it in the bitter-sweet tones of Liberty was perhaps one of the worst ways they could have been delivered to him. He felt an odd sense of betrayal against his gut, although he couldn't fathom why it would blossom at her words. She asked him for his history, and he could taste in her words that she thought it owed to him. He didn't answer at first, he was battling something inside of him, an odd pain, an empathy for her plight but it was marred by the irregular and painful beat of his heart. Had she tried to seduce him, and she looked upon him standing in serenity by the banks of these rapids and thought to herself, 'here's an easy prey' and seduced him? It shook him to think he could have been so wrong, to close his eyes and remember the odd intensity and brilliance of her gaze, the light inside of them that he thought was oddly beautiful. Could she have fabricated even that? It took him a long moment before he could find his words, and when he uttered them it was in an oddly lifeless monotone, a detachment from reality as through it where not his own history he spoke of ?My pack was butchered when I was a pup, my brother and I fled, too afraid to fight. We moved to a cave upon the cliff, and one night my brother fell from its edge and died screaming from the injuries? He had never really told it, and this clipped, emotionless edition of it shocked him, but still he could not look at her, he took a breath and closed his eyes, fighting a wave of nausea. He always knew he felt too much, but he had never seen it so turned against him before. "Speech" |