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05-03-2013, 02:02 AM
Valka’s ears swept back at the sound of the thing’s voice - boring? Such arrogance dripped from his tone… it landed heavy on her own enthusiasm, sucking the vibrancy from her bones like the rattling wind sucked heat. His voice was empty, his words were empty…a nihilist, like a black hole. She wanted to scream and to eat him.
Instead of screaming or digging her teeth into his flesh, Valka stood calm – poised. Muscles stood out tense as barbed wire underneath her skin. The amusement dried out on the back of her tongue; head tilted, she regarded this creature in silence. As if his approach made no difference, Valka stood unmoving when he neared. Lost? her thoughts perked up a bit. Energetic still, her thoughts and her blood roiled under a cool dark surface. He’d only managed to compress her, pin her down to this frozen earth, and as she eyed his vapid face and the strange, feathered appendages at his sides, Valka’s disdain grew. She might have thought him lovely were he not so crass; a pity, almost, that here he stamped into her mind this first impression of his kind: as no less caustic than the bareheads – perhaps more foul.
Valka’s tail swished. ”You are in our territory,” she said, her tone cool. That dry amusement lingered still, the tilt of her head like a kind of smirk. The gears behind the mismatched colors of her eyes churned swiftly, hungrily. ”Could you not fly away?” she wondered aloud, eyes keen on the furled bulk of his wings. A hint of honest curiosity had wormed its way into her tone. Perhaps he was injured? Or too fat? She dared not inch around to check for fear he learned the angle of her game.
Instead of screaming or digging her teeth into his flesh, Valka stood calm – poised. Muscles stood out tense as barbed wire underneath her skin. The amusement dried out on the back of her tongue; head tilted, she regarded this creature in silence. As if his approach made no difference, Valka stood unmoving when he neared. Lost? her thoughts perked up a bit. Energetic still, her thoughts and her blood roiled under a cool dark surface. He’d only managed to compress her, pin her down to this frozen earth, and as she eyed his vapid face and the strange, feathered appendages at his sides, Valka’s disdain grew. She might have thought him lovely were he not so crass; a pity, almost, that here he stamped into her mind this first impression of his kind: as no less caustic than the bareheads – perhaps more foul.
Valka’s tail swished. ”You are in our territory,” she said, her tone cool. That dry amusement lingered still, the tilt of her head like a kind of smirk. The gears behind the mismatched colors of her eyes churned swiftly, hungrily. ”Could you not fly away?” she wondered aloud, eyes keen on the furled bulk of his wings. A hint of honest curiosity had wormed its way into her tone. Perhaps he was injured? Or too fat? She dared not inch around to check for fear he learned the angle of her game.
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