tell me why this hurts
12-03-2013, 05:25 PM
Within the dried up river bed, the ebony women laid quietly on her side, golden orbs focused on the wall of sand that rose up one side of the pit. The moon shone down brightly, but her dark pelt kept her hidden within the shadows. She couldn't sleep, for fear of drifting into nightmares or sweet dreams. Neither were pleasing, both sent her waking panting and sweating furiously. She preferred a dreamless sleep, or none at all.
When would it end? When could she forget her love and forget her torture and be normal again? A sigh escaped her and it seemed to echo in the vast silence that surrounded her. If she lived until a natural death, Liste would have a long an depressing life still to look forward to. It was such a shame.
12-03-2013, 08:16 PM
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!! jae wears a full deer carcass (excluding legs) draped over himself
12-03-2013, 08:38 PM
Her head would raise slightly off the ground to focus her golden gaze on the oddly colored male she found in her presence. So much for remaining concealed. Liste looked him over quickly, taking in his form before letting her head fall back to its original position in the sand.
Melancholy tones would come forth in a simple response. Yes, and the solitude especially so. She was comfortable here, on the soft sand where few would roam. She could lay here forever, she could die here if she chose. Perhaps she would luck out with a downpour this eve, and all of her sorrows would frown along with her.
12-03-2013, 09:23 PM
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!! jae wears a full deer carcass (excluding legs) draped over himself
12-04-2013, 06:17 PM
She would move into a seated position as the stranger did not leave and spoke again. The frustration in his tone and in his dual-toned optics was clear to her, but for some reason it only caused her to emit a callous laugh, a sound that took her by surprise inside. She would eye him cautiously, tail swaying gently on the ground behind her. While she felt that she should probably be fearful, she was relatively calm. Though part of her wished for death, she wasn't quite ready for it. And why would you assume I want that?
12-05-2013, 08:19 PM
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!! jae wears a full deer carcass (excluding legs) draped over himself
12-07-2013, 04:41 PM
ooc;; I also apologize - no Liste muse. Thinking about suicide-ing her off, but unsure yet xD
Another demented cackle would emit briefly from the woman and she would shake her head, uncertain what to think of the man before her. He seemed like he wanted to rip her throat out, but then he also seemed concerned, or something. Liste simply couldn't tell and decided that there must be something wrong with him mentally. Funny, that would make him just like her. I wouldn't say that I seek death, but careless would likely describe me well. I agree that I do not particularly care what happens. I have to say, that would probably make for a boring kill. She would grin at him, still offering no real emotion in her words.
12-07-2013, 08:56 PM
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!! jae wears a full deer carcass (excluding legs) draped over himself
12-08-2013, 10:56 AM
His suggestion and approach would evoke a surge of fear within the woman that was wholly unexpected. Her eyes would widen and the grin would fall abruptly from her face as she drew back from him and into herself. Images of her torture flooded her mind and took away her clear view of the world before her. Liste would speak again, a shakiness to her voice that wasn't there before. Actually, I think I'd rather not feel again, if that's alright with you.
12-08-2013, 01:06 PM
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!! jae wears a full deer carcass (excluding legs) draped over himself
12-08-2013, 08:32 PM
His advance would cease only momentarily before he would come closer, his skin brushing up against hers and his lips dangerously close to her ear. In her seated position she would draw further into herself, tucking her head against her throat, her ears falling against her head. Her front legs pulled back against her body and her tail wrapped protectively around her paws. Liste felt the phantom pains of the scars beneath her pelt from where her father's teeth and claws ripped into her flesh while he used her time and time again, and a whimper of fear escaped her.
It is not pain I fear, would come her quiet, shaky voice. How could she save herself from this?