disasters in the making
04-11-2015, 12:51 PM
The scent hit her first, but she irrationally rationalized it away as the wind passing the scents toward her - nevermind the fact that the wind wasn't even blowing towards her; it was blowing away from her. She didn't want to face someone from Abaven, let alone the person she had been closest to - it hurt too much, that she had betrayed Abaven and that she had no chances left. She knew it was her fault, and the fact that she never developed completely the relationship with Motif as she should have also hurt her - it was entirely, and completely her fault. The voice hit her second, and that was when she knew she could no longer deny what was happening here. And when the voice hit her, a flurry of emotions hit her: joy, fear, trepidation, anticipation, excitement. She wanted to see Motif, and she didn't. She had denied the want moments earlier, but with the truth cemented - she couldn't surpress it entirely. She knew that Motif only scented her, not seen her, which meant she could sneak away... and her mind was half-inclined to. However, she was already moving towards Motif, as if not from her own violation. When she spotted the dark woman, she froze, yellow eyes wide on her face. It wasn't her imagination, it wasn't some odd thing in her mind tricking her. Not that it was likely it would have been that; voices have never been in her head before - well, besides her own - but it was still a fear of hers. But... this, thsi couldn't be denied, this was no illusion. "M-Motif?" The girl stumbled over her words like a pup taking its first steps - hell, she felt as hesitant and scared as one, too. As excited and nervous. She noted the curiosity, she noted that there was no dominance - and she noted that she was not in Abaven territory, so even if Motif wanted to she couldn't really do anything. "What are you doing here?" It sounded worse coming out of her mouth than she intended, harsh... but at the same time there was an undercurrent of fear and hope, an odd combination for one such as Mira to have. Then again, this whole situation was odd for the woman who was normally so confident. |
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