It took a long moment of staring and absorbing as the scene unfolded before her and the beast woke. First his eyes. They were gold, Angeal's were not. His had been a brilliant blue, like that of the ocean, and they had drawn her in. These looked like hers, and like her father's. Her own lids narrowed as she realized that her hope was gone.
Next the brute shook himself free of some of the snow that encased him. Liste noticed the scars that covered his face and thought back to the violence she had been a part of that put her own there. Finally came his voice, a deep, dark tone that drove the rest of her emotional turmoil from her mind. The wretch let go of her former mate once more and returned to her demented sense of contentment, slowly backing away as she watched the creature rise.
Eyeing the massive creature she cautiously took him in, sizing him up to prepare herself for the worst. She was in a rare mood today with no desire to maim, but that could change any moment. Preferably, this brute wouldn't ruin her "good" mood.
"Thought you might be someone else," she responded after some time, her voice raspy from lack of use. The woman rarely spoke, and even now her sweet sounding tone seemed unfamiliar to her, like the voice of a stranger.
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