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03-19-2013, 05:42 PM
"Bitch." You are. He felt his heart harden and close further, but his face remained impassive. Nothing but chill lurked in his pale eyes, and nothing but hard, frozen lines made up the planes of his body. Was it irascibility on her part, or naivety on his, that had landed him in this defensive, half-hurt, half-angry state? He could ponder that another day, as to think about it now just made him feel a bit hopeless. He just wanted to go home, to himself, to a place where he was secure, if not in position then in himself. He was lost and lonely, trapped in the wasteland of his soul, but as he kept his jaws clenched and ears flat he slowly forced the notion away. He was Mauja. He was the Bane of their existence — not some silly boy. She moved off, a little deeper into the ice-clad cave, and he started forward, gliding a step further into its dark mouth. The sun couldn't penetrate the darkness within, and he saw her only as a dark shadow clinging to the furthest wall. Smack, the sound of hoof striking against rock, and her outline pranced slightly, and was she rubbing herself against the wall? Mauja frowned, staring at her from where he stood. She could hardly be stupid enough to think she could dig her way out through a mountain, could she? Or was she just trying to catch his attention? He discarded that theory, too, as he couldn't fathom why she would insult him one moment and then try to lure him closer the next. He was not about to give in to the curiosity and ask, not about to let himself be tricked into talking. Flicking his tail once he remained stationary, frosted hooves steadily upon the cold, dark floor, and waited for Psyche to arrive and toss Angora to the hounds. [ short post is short, Psyche is posting atm I think. <3 ] Mauja Frosthjärta |
