|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 3:54 pm
Her mind raced with what was a slowly intensing speed, what was she doing? His cries, similar cries of terror from lions her own Father had tortured and attacked. All of the memories flooded at once and with a cry, from the shock of both his shoulder and the memories knocked her back from him. Her mask hid some of the sudden emotion in her eyes, but was now tainted with his blood, it's bright read color shimmering on the bone.
"I.. I.." She whispers between words, by this time her eyes had closed, the way he had moved she knew she would be alone soon. Alone to sit with her memories and alone to realize why she shouldn't be among others. It was a constant reminder. Also reminded her why Kupa was best for her. He could absorb anything and welcomed a rant, whether that rant brought physical attacks, he knew inside and out.
A sob climbed up her throat and she choked it back with a threatening roar, it almost seemed weak, but she had to get this male away from her as soon as possible. She hated him, hated all of male kind, but Kupa. They always brought the worst out in her. Sabia thought about that and almost laughed in her head, she had never met a female besides her siblings, she never thought about that and pondered an encounter, she thanked the quickness of her brain that drained the memories away. "Get away from me and stay away." She growled her words.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 7:14 pm
Rei almost – almost – stopped and turned when the red lioness’ voice grew softer and for a moment he believed he’d seen a flicker of real emotion in her features. But he didn’t stop. He ran, feeling very much like an indecisive coward though he felt his action was somewhat justified when he heard Sabia’s angry roar. She was either crazy or just plain mean (maybe even both) and the purple-eyed lion realized he really didn’t need to find out exactly what she was. He was bleeding from his face and shoulder and that felt like more than enough reason to try to make sure he never saw that pretty red coat ever again.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
