Sing to me, Jailbird

*Valentine* · 10-29-2014, 06:42 PM

She addressed herself as Sibelle, the name ringing in his ears and searing itself into his memory. It wouldn't be forgotten. Not her name and certainly not her face. No, there were too many emotions attached to it, to much conflict. There was no way he could forget. "Sibelle." He dipped his head in a small confirmatory nod, recognizing her worthiness to be named and greeted as more than a slave.

Desiring to appear less threatening to the captive, the massive brute took a seat, willing to make himself comfortable in her presence in the hopes that she would do the same. Her next comment sent a soot tipped ear back. He was quite certain they'd never met before. "If we had met before, I'm sure I'd remember you." She struck him as someone who commanded attention. That, combined with her unusual pelt, would make her hard to forget. "You might have met my father," he said absently, "We look very similar." If not for the marks that so clearly declared who his mother was, it would have been easy to confuse Valentine for Taurig.

Parentage wasn't the reason the brute had sought out the russet queen. No, he'd been plagued with a wretched feeling since first laying eyes on her. He wanted to feel nothing, to be apathetic to her plight, but it just wasn't so. Valentine cleared his throat. "I just wanted to see if you were alright." Laying at Kylar's paws, the fae had been a sorry sight. "And ask if there is anything I can do for you. Obviously there are some things I can't give you, but I'm willing to assist you in any way I can."

"Speaking" "Thinking"

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