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07-14-2013, 01:32 PM
 She didn’t quite answer me, words came, “I don’t-“but they froze upon those black lips one heartbeat after. Childlike eyes rose to meet mine, they held mistrust and a strange uncertainty. I remained silent, waiting for her to either speak again or retract back into shadows. If she couldn’t trust me enough to get past these first few moments, I would be limited in ways to help her. Finally, those same untrusting eyes filtered toward my spine where ebony kissed ivory and a question formed, “Do you always look this way, this two-fur?” My lips twitched into a small smile, “Yes,” I answered, still using that same gentle tone, “I was born this way little sister.”
The fascination of my pelt was a little unusual, but I shrugged it off at a foreigner attribute. This little lady was obviously not from around here. Suddenly her voice rose again, this time shriller and slightly pitched toward insanity, “Why aren’t you running?” Both brows shot up and instinctively I lifted my gaze to stare behind and around the lass, wondering what had given her grief that would explain a reasoning’s for running through the dark. “We must go!” Go? Go where? She kept on, rising another octave that reveal how high-strung those nerves must be, “We have to go or we’ll never wake up!” Seeing no change in the atmosphere that would give explanation for this outburst, still the same old dark; I looked at the trembling shadow and said softly, “Be easy; tell me what manner of creature frightened you?” There was a chance that this lady could see something which my eyes wouldn’t pick up—a slight chance; or she had just lost her little mind to the darkness. Our colors come alive when I collide with you
with you, with you
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