Jaenelle x x x Saetan x x x Angelline
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Feel the cold grabbing hold . . . "
Jaenelle was nineteen, almost adult- already so, in some countries- but her temper and passion burned on. She was resting now, her upper back and skull leaned against the bars of her cage. One of her arms was draped across her stomach. Her knees were pulled loosely to her breasts- because space was limited, in the cage they'd given her- and her other arm was draped across the nearest knee.
She heard a low growl, and ice-blue eyes flicked open. She looked in the direction of the sound, and made a quick assessment of the boy that made it. He'd been labeled 'dangerous' but he looked anything but. He was both short and long at the same time. Short in comparison with other young men, and long in in comparison with... well... himself. He had no broadness to his shoulders, and no width to his stance. He was a waif of a boy, really, he might be thinner than her.
She was staring for a long time, and was completely unaware of the fact until he yelled. She blinked, refocused, and made a small, annoyed sound before turning her head in the other direction and furrowing her brows.
"You shouldn't shout. You'll attract unwanted attention."
" . . . To feed you on this haunting night
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Quiet xx Cunning xx Deadly
A weakness in a song.
OOC:// I think that's fine. No one's going to strike you for length. It's the lack of it they're against. I think.