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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 12:01 am
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 12:18 am
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Adonia
"Yep. I lost him," I say with a bit of angst, then just turn away and walk back. "Thanks for all your help everyone," I say somewhat sarcastically through a slight growl. They helped as far as the water and cloth went, but as for anything else, leave it to beaver.
I look at Artair longingly and only say, "Art, I..."but then cut myself short and shake my head in hopelessness for now. I want to talk to him about something personal, but clearly I'm not wanted and a psycho is trying to run away, so I flatten my ears against my head in frustration and unconsciously release a low growl as I go back.
I pretty much sprint and nearly tackle the crazy dude again to stop him.
"Stop being a freak! Dante is a weirdo, but what he said about running around with the attractive scent of blood is dangerous, and you need to replenish all the liquid from the blood you lost along with getting more prepared! I know I said you should just do it yourself, but clearly you're not going to take care of yourself. Sit back down, please." I plead and instruct with the same frustration from the hunters and force the guy back to the fireside.
"You are probably the only bit of normalcy and calm-ness here, Atticus. I appreciate it," I say with a geniune smile, even though I'm still frustrated.
"Could you finally tell us your name?" I ask my "victim".
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 12:25 am
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 1:10 am
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+ Artair +
Sometimes when I lie, I know you're on to me, Sometimes I don't mind, How hateful that I can be,
"Just tell me," Artair jabbed in an icy yet commanding tone as he followed. "I do not wish to play this game."
Obviously, he was not amused by her teasing and sarcasm. First, he was hungry, then he had more interruptions from the newest idiot, and of course the feud between Dajana and Adonia, which he does not have a clue whatsoever. So it was safe to say he was rather ticked.
Sometimes I don't wanna be better Sometimes I can't be put back together Sometimes I find it hard to believe There's someone else who could be Just as messed up as me
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 11:20 am
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 11:40 am
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 11:48 am
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As Artair continued in his cold manner I come to a quick and rigid stop and spin around to look at him, my expression mostly showing anger and annoyance, but also a hint of frustration and hurt. His tone reminded me way too much of how my previous masters would speak to me, and when I left I didn't want a single reminder."I was going to ask you about your past. I was going to ask how you know so much medical stuff and weapons information. I was going to ask where you got your leadership skills." I start off just as coldly as he was speaking with my eyes narrowed. "But since you're so grumpy, why don't you go ahead and go back to camp and eat. I can hunt on my own. I've done it plenty of times before." Although my tone is still rather cold, I try to soften it up, realizing I should be kind to receive kindness... I also reach out my hand after gesturing with the other toward the camp. "And if you could kindly give me the gun so I don't have to dirty my paws much, I would appreciate it." I finally speak in a soft, almost unsure tone. I still didn't have a weapon of my own. I didn't prefer guns, but if it's all I have...
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 11:58 am
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 9:27 pm
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 10:47 am
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 1:19 pm
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