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03-31-2016, 12:29 AM
we heal with love,
Of course he was there.
Alysanne snorted in dismay, in the disruption of her peace, and danced to a stop as she recognized Tembovu. She briefly considered turning and walking away - she doubted he would actually chase her if she was to leave. But then she’d eventually have to face him again and have to explain why she fled at the sight of her king.
Because he made her skin crawl. She didn’t know what it was exactly, why she seemed to have such a violent and physical distaste for him. These negative emotions were still so new to her, sorting them out was not a task she was familiar with.
As he moved toward her, she focused her attention on his knee instead of those bright blue eyes - feeling satisfied that he was not favouring it in anyway. She had done a good job with healing it.
Her black and white tail flicked quickly, hairs whipping against her legs as he spoke. It would have been an innocent enough question if it wasn’t for his tone. Other questions, other topics, were lurking beneath this false exterior of small talk. “Our goddess…” But she stopped herself, letting the sentence trail unfinished. She didn’t owe him any explanation of what had happened in the Veins, of what was going on in her mind and how she had failed. She shook her head, clearing her mind of everything down that path and brushing it off with a dismissive tone. “No, it doesn’t matter. I just wanted to go... for a walk.” It was a lame excuse and she didn’t try to hide it - though it wasn’t entirely false. She had been going for a walk. Her green gaze trailed down in the direction she was heading, where the salty air of the shore mingled with the chilled scent of the Frostfall forest.
A small sigh, abandoning completely that illusion of a peaceful day, before her steely gaze returned to match his. “What do you want, Tembovu?” Her tone was tired and held little of the fury of their last meeting. Alysanne was exhausted with herself, with him, and wondering why he had come over to her. They weren’t friends anymore - they had established that the last time they had spoke. Surely they had run out of things to talk about now that they had just the herd in common.
Alysanne snorted in dismay, in the disruption of her peace, and danced to a stop as she recognized Tembovu. She briefly considered turning and walking away - she doubted he would actually chase her if she was to leave. But then she’d eventually have to face him again and have to explain why she fled at the sight of her king.
Because he made her skin crawl. She didn’t know what it was exactly, why she seemed to have such a violent and physical distaste for him. These negative emotions were still so new to her, sorting them out was not a task she was familiar with.
As he moved toward her, she focused her attention on his knee instead of those bright blue eyes - feeling satisfied that he was not favouring it in anyway. She had done a good job with healing it.
Her black and white tail flicked quickly, hairs whipping against her legs as he spoke. It would have been an innocent enough question if it wasn’t for his tone. Other questions, other topics, were lurking beneath this false exterior of small talk. “Our goddess…” But she stopped herself, letting the sentence trail unfinished. She didn’t owe him any explanation of what had happened in the Veins, of what was going on in her mind and how she had failed. She shook her head, clearing her mind of everything down that path and brushing it off with a dismissive tone. “No, it doesn’t matter. I just wanted to go... for a walk.” It was a lame excuse and she didn’t try to hide it - though it wasn’t entirely false. She had been going for a walk. Her green gaze trailed down in the direction she was heading, where the salty air of the shore mingled with the chilled scent of the Frostfall forest.
A small sigh, abandoning completely that illusion of a peaceful day, before her steely gaze returned to match his. “What do you want, Tembovu?” Her tone was tired and held little of the fury of their last meeting. Alysanne was exhausted with herself, with him, and wondering why he had come over to her. They weren’t friends anymore - they had established that the last time they had spoke. Surely they had run out of things to talk about now that they had just the herd in common.
alysanne
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obsessed with this Wonder Woman theme from batman vs superman and Aly's muse is LOVIN IT
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