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She fought the urge to shiver and walk in the opposite direction of him and his cloak of misery. What a maddening individual, she quietly thought to herself. His attitude inspired an uncomfortable-ness in her bones, settling under her flesh. She cannot rightly just simper away like a fool as his stone eyes slither to meet hers, though she’d like to. The silver mare simply stares at him while he offers this vague disinterested answer.
What a dick.
Her face scrunches like a bewildered child’s might, the wrinkles quickly stiffening again as she remembers herself. He is not a friend; he is simply another pawn in this government – a leading pawn, but still a pawn. The Basin is the captain of their reins, each and every one of her love-slaves, a purpose they’re all more than satisfied to serve (or so she assumes). He is nothing like Illynx was when she would meet her amongst the shadows, stones and pine smell. She doesn’t dwell on the matter.
Thankfully someone chimes from behind them, a brilliantly colorful girl with dangerous looking boney shanks jutting from her skeleton and through her skin. Again she feels like shivering and taking a step back from them, that ‘oh yuck, a snake’ sort of shiver; she means no offense with her internal musings, they cannot be hushed within her mind. Tangere cannot help but adorn her face with a gleeful sort of grin, one that has been bound and hiding thus far. The shiny, sharp looking girl approached without hesitation, her focus not with Tangere. The silver mare’s muscles loosened under her shaggy patched coat. She said nothing and simply let the silence eat up the tall dark woman’s question.
He is always like that, she wanted to say in answer to the blatantness, but thought it an ill decision at the last second. This group of three were not focused on her, it’s wiser to keep it that way, she thinks. She couldn’t help but notice that her brightly emotional face and her cow-eyes are the opposite of her conversational companions. Their faces were granite; hard, lacking anything but the most basic features – their depth a secret, their emotions (if any) are concealed behind veiled, abysmal eyes. Both of them.
This time the shiver cannot be held back and she can feel the involuntary wiggle travel down her spine. When the energy reaches her tail she whips it from hip to hip.
What a dick.
Her face scrunches like a bewildered child’s might, the wrinkles quickly stiffening again as she remembers herself. He is not a friend; he is simply another pawn in this government – a leading pawn, but still a pawn. The Basin is the captain of their reins, each and every one of her love-slaves, a purpose they’re all more than satisfied to serve (or so she assumes). He is nothing like Illynx was when she would meet her amongst the shadows, stones and pine smell. She doesn’t dwell on the matter.
Thankfully someone chimes from behind them, a brilliantly colorful girl with dangerous looking boney shanks jutting from her skeleton and through her skin. Again she feels like shivering and taking a step back from them, that ‘oh yuck, a snake’ sort of shiver; she means no offense with her internal musings, they cannot be hushed within her mind. Tangere cannot help but adorn her face with a gleeful sort of grin, one that has been bound and hiding thus far. The shiny, sharp looking girl approached without hesitation, her focus not with Tangere. The silver mare’s muscles loosened under her shaggy patched coat. She said nothing and simply let the silence eat up the tall dark woman’s question.
He is always like that, she wanted to say in answer to the blatantness, but thought it an ill decision at the last second. This group of three were not focused on her, it’s wiser to keep it that way, she thinks. She couldn’t help but notice that her brightly emotional face and her cow-eyes are the opposite of her conversational companions. Their faces were granite; hard, lacking anything but the most basic features – their depth a secret, their emotions (if any) are concealed behind veiled, abysmal eyes. Both of them.
This time the shiver cannot be held back and she can feel the involuntary wiggle travel down her spine. When the energy reaches her tail she whips it from hip to hip.
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