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 Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 5:41 pm
Nasian froze, fear creeping onto her face and into her lungs. A hot feeling. So different, hated. Her cold heart beat once, trying to fend off the odd new sensation. It didn't belong here. Not on her face or in her head, no. IT was a feeling long lost. Was he trying to tie her soul into his song and keep her prisoner in paradise?
Prisoner in paradise. So odd that she would fight so hard to leave the place that sang to her soul and held her so gently in it's grasp. She chanced a glace backwards. Bad idea. He was watching her and she could feel it. Eyes locked, perfect. Her heart was racing and she sat, out of breath. Leaving was not going to be as simple as she wanted.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 11:58 pm
He could have laughed when she sat. For some reason he felt proud of making her stay. But why did it matter? Was it that he thought she was a demon inside? Or that he was simply clinging to the only other musical lion he'd met in ages? Or was it something else entirely, something more...basic in instinct? Who knew...
He remained silent a bit, letting his eyes rove over the female She surely looked the part of demon. He was...attracted? Was that was this feeling was? Probably. Still a new adult, he was yet unwise in the ways of love and lust. Generations of managing it though gave him a good idea, even if it was an unconscious one. "Why not stay a while?" He asked quietly. Why quietly? Simple...to make her listen.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 4:56 pm
"Fine." The rough word slipped out of her mouth, less than a whisper. Nasain barely heard herself and was simply shocked with the answer she had given. Why was this so hard? The remain a captive with another piece of her musical puzzle. The lonely lioness felt so captive, to tied up. As if a small invisible string were holding her around the neck and the older male was simply a puppeteer, controlling her movements. Almost painful.
Nasain's misted dark gray eyes stared back at Hewa, weighing out the good and bad of this idea of staying.
"This can't be to painful." She coughed out, silently, and turned to face him. He never specified how long she would stay or for how long his song would captivate her. Hours maybe? Days if pushed? Weeks tops? It couldn't be to long before she pecked her way out of this cage and spread her wings. Nothing would ever hold her free spirit down. Not now, not ever.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 9:49 pm
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