September 20, 2002a final test [sian-taryn][caesar's casino | atlantic city boardwalk | wyrmpit]
as the Philodox had treated the Theurge
the Galliard treats the Ahroun
the boy treats his girl
the brother treats his loving (lover) sisterkeys handed the valet, and as the passenger door is opened by another costumed guard, his hand reaches down on invitation's smile, held to the bronzed (molten) Destroyer (goddess) within the car, to draw her towards him and bless his escorting arm
Kaj'sha requested formal
He will make sure Sian acquires only exquisite besttwin leviathans beneath night's velvet sky become the stars themselves
Touches arm (..and burn-bright-burst-violets-of-violence-fades-only-as-pain-heightens-release...) fingers wrapping about his wrist as she pulls rippling form higher. Those slanting eyes blink up to him and then to Ceasar's a brow raising briefly..Mouth opens-
Lips part-Not a fuckin' sound.
the scythe smile grows (white slash on tanned skin) arm winding across her steel shoulders to draw her (the ruthless killer) to his side and they enter the gauntlet of expensive shops and gambler's broken dreams"I think you'll find something here to strike your fancy..... yes?"
purred in nuzzle against sea of obsidian hair
Head dips down briefly hiding the smile that drips (..like spilled intestines.) from her lips Eyes never leaving the area in front of them [...that girl's voice--] No. She's not here for that, well at least not yet..A low purr emanates from her as fist curls against his shirt pulling him closer-closer-closer until her lip rest just against the shell of his ear..
["..Shop. Later?"]
a low chuckle (eyes half closing at the warmth of breath caressing his ear) that (molesting adoration) strange gaze drifting to find and hold hers, a coy roll seeping (indulge me) into his words, whispered
"...... so what strikes your fancy now?"
Toungue slides along the edge of his ear as she push him backwards a little (..kinda like fishing give alittle get a little....) A smile scarring her face as slanting eyes slide toward the woman.
pleasure crawls beneath his skin but his eyes tear away to watch (judge) the lone woman, silence coloring his thoughts gray for several moments, and then a sigh passes the Galliard's lips
"I cannot give her to you..."
pausing, gathering the sights of the fountain they pass, two young lovers sharing hushed (deadly) secret
"There are too many cameras...... too many loose ends..... tell you what"
head ducking, blond hair twining with black, returning affection's attention to her ear as teeth graze across the lobe to punctuate his words seeping warmly, softly, across her senses
"Let us buy the dress, as Kaj'sha wishes, and anything to go with it you wish..... and I promise you I will find another before the night ends."
Exhalation.
(...I HATE compromise.)--and begrudging acceptance fall upon him with the (,i> not so..) gentle administration of promised song. Rhapsody of Blood her head flicks to left teeth knicking against hin chin before she straightens a bit...
Only a nod.
(..more than he needed.)he knows.
oh how he achingly knows
a sadness in those eyes that he would have to compromise her (that he would have to temper the beast) smiling softly as fingers reach to trail through thick waves of midnight hair"I will make it worth the wait...."
to graze skin that glows with the violence just beneath it, and the arm (python) curls her shoulders once more, guiding them towards a promising store
Kaj'sha had taken her shopping for the dress, and to say that she was estatic with the eventual choice made by the salelady and herself would be an understatement... However, the trip had been cut short before the appropriate accessories could be aquired. Now - after the passing of the last test, the money needed burns a hole in denim pockets. Back to the mall she goes for shoes and jewelry....
Teeth clench as they approach the spotless glass of the storefront, the shining dresses within not half as enciting as the deliciously female bodies (..My how they would sing my painful rhapsody..) so delicatly moving within the confines of--
She is pulling him inside, the des(sirously)cisive movement cauzing eyes to glance towards her even as (..animal instinct.) bodies shy away.
A careful swatch of material had been taken from a hidden seam for matching purposes (though one look at the (vivid) blue of her eyes one has the perfect match... and she smooths the silk between her fingers as she moves from window to widow, enjoying the simple girlish pleasure of shopping for as long as it lasts - she does not get to do so often.. boots make slow, even cadences as she does little more then meander past this store, that store, even the one where the dress was aquired..
...just in time to see someone pull Asher inside...
a smug pride fills him (to be the only one in control of such a wild animal) direction pivoting a tank boot across the marbled floor, pink tongue edging to pull poet's lips into a smiletwin destroyers entering the store
anything she desires
Toungue slides over teeth as she wanders about eyes decidedly NOT on the clothing but imploringly fixed on Asher ( Please can I? )Even when a rather bold salesman walks up to the casually dressed couple.
Certainly windowshoppers.
Certainly they couldn't afford ANYTHING in there."Can I HELP you" he intones just behind Asher."
She pauses, and watches as they enter where her feet would eventually have taken her... watching the change in stature when he walks with the woman (..pride, smug or not, goeth before a fall..) who moves with such animalistic grace... the tension that sliced through him just days ago transferred to something... else....
(Seven stars in the still water,
And seven in the sky;
Seven sins on the King's daughter,
Deep in her soul to lie.)
His study does not last near as long as that which she levels on Sian, only to note how he carries (contol) himself, the (disturbing)caress of python's (crush) touch and the reactions each gathers from the coiled tightly companion... a step or two (curious) leads her to the door, and inside... where others shy away, (where angels fear to tred) she follows...
a brow lifts, slightly, watching her (sisterlovermate) for a moment [no.] and with a (sinister) smile the young Galliard turns to the salesman, mismatched (unnerving) eyes starting at the dark haired man's bangs and dropping to his toes, before climbing and clawing its way back up"Perhaps."
a chair found and flopped into, that gaze drawing to his counterpart (twin), voice smoothing into devastating velvet
"She desires something....... dark..... formal..... original..... something worthy. Something no other could offer her. Do you think you can manage that? Or should I take my account elsewhere....."
The salesman perhaps blinks once a brow rising before he turns to evaluate the girl finging himself (..we are fascinated by our own demise..) Oddly disconcerting and yet-- He shakes his head a bit a hand instinctively rising to his mouth as he chews on a fingernail nervously--remembers himself and the hand falls with his own straightening form. His eyes FIXED on Asher, "--our things are quite expensive..."
(Something about the boy is worse [no it isn't] something about the boy draws him in..)
A step closer.
"You understand, yes?"
to Asher, Sian.: How very, very, very Pretty Woman of him... enough that it gathers a giggle, hidden quickly behind her hand as she continues her meander into the store, though she moves toward the jewelry counter, eyes still on the exotic creature that seems to thrive on Ashers (demented) attention (attention she, herself would never receive.. even if she desired such.
...does she desire such?
Karnala's child simply... desires.
She turns her smile on the lady who qustions her (very being) there so near the jewelry counter.. a voice that will never be as captivating as the young Galliards, though in its own way it's just as mystical
"Hello, I've come to see the accessorie choices for the gown I bought here the other day... I'm sure you remember me..."
A tip of her head, and the jeanclad kid settles (vivid) gaze on he woman, and show's her the carefully cut swatch... a momment.. a memory, and a
"oh yes, Miss, how good to see you again. I'll retrieve the things have chosen.."
And taryn's gaze returns to the (terrible) two aross the way..
uneven (homicidal) gaze flicks back towards the man (how dare you distract me from watching her) and the gravity of the glare levels an trembling silence, tongue tracing his lips into a smile (as if already licking the blood away)"Yes....."
crooned (a mockery) from deep in his throat, the (predator) boy leaning in towards the older salesman
"It seems you aren't understanding me, I'm sure the young lady with nothing better to do than pick lint from that cashmere sweater would more than appreciate the commission I'm willing to spend on my companion..... who doesn't like waiting."
finance's threat thickening his voice (the natural power of the wealthy) a familiar voice heard, but ignored
Thrives like two fetus leashed by umblicical chord. (..Next time I'll eat you in the womb.) The salesman is as ignored as she was wandering after that same lint picking lady her eyes traveling up her hand..(..bathing in you.)
--the soft melody of pulsing vein. Just another shy asian girl, right. Maybe a little more physically fit, maybe a kinda dark gaze too--really kinda creepy who the FUCK is she?
The Elder salesman claps his hands once (.. I obey your might[ty dollar]) "Nancy!" To which vein flees along with delicate form toward the salesman, "They are shopping for a.. Evening gown?"
His eyes -always- on Asher.
(..Did koolaid taste so sweet as cyanide?)to Asher, Sian.: "thank you."
Murmured softly as she turns to lean back against the counter on her elbows, boots crossing at the ankle, her gaze fixed on the little (hollywood) drama before her.. her (vivid heat) eyes brimming with amusement as head tips slightly....
...and attention is gathered by the sales lady behind her again. She turns, and soon is discussing this piece over that piece, while ears (swivel unseen) listen still to voices (music) behind her...the body
the brain
too powerful as one, it was cloven in two
their conjoined (spiral's) hearts severedthe Dancer and the Darkness
"Yes..... an evening gown.... we've a formal dinner to attend soon, I'll be in black tie and she desires something..." a moment's silent thought "... powerful yet not ostentatious."
how could he have known without a word spoken between them, twised adoration lighting those bi-colored eyes, returning to his study of violence in motion
"Darling you had decided on red, hadn't you? Dark, rich, pulsing red?"
to Taryn, Asher: Perfume.
(...I can smell you pretty thing.)The sound of your blood calls to be capillaries bouncing percission against my salvitory glands and throat (Read: requirement) unscarred throat which quivers so solemnly as 'Nancy' turns to Sian now judging the approaching girl's figure--
...distracted by Asher eyes glance up as brows draw down. ( What was he talking about, 'words-noise-words-noise-red-words' ?) Her lips purse and she is for a moment perplexed.
to Asher, Sian.: Darling. (I will show you the fallen angel's wrath) and fingers tighten around the simple earing in her hand... it is not jealousy but something deeper
(longing)
that tangles within (...i hate you...) fingers relax and she turns intense stare upon the woman before her, going through the motions as she already knows which will go perfect with chosen gown..
Gaze again drawn as she hears (Dark rich, pulsing red... as the blood that flows from shredded skin, the scars of his (torturous) touch buried, unseen, but felt with each throbbing painfilled memory) and studies Sian once more. Yes - she would due red justice.... a smile for saleslady, and her choices approved... and again, she turns around to lean on counter as they are wrapped and charges decided upon... Defiantely red....a soft smile at her confusion (he knows she's little use for words, but he must keep appearences up) leading the Galliard in smooth rise from the chair, fingertips dancing over priceless (worthless) clothing in confident strides
"Yes.... red...."
idly mused in browse, as if the fabric were already soaked in the blood she spilled, as if she wore her triumph to the dinner table, wrist flicked to draw a sleek burgundy swath of cloth from it's metal hangman's gable
"Darling?"
brows lifting, holding the deep red velvet for her approval, cut to highlight the muscle that bands steel beneath her skin (Father's gifts in her strength), the fabric seeming to already have begun its coagulation as it would cling to her frame, the floorlength train dragging gore in worship of every step she'd take
to Taryn, Asher: The dress now (..almost forgot.) She remains motionless as he holds it too her. Sian's head arching back even as her face turns to the side, away from the garment as a (well trained, you think?) animal might brace itself before the collar. A low rumble [..you promised.] emanated from her like the thrum of bass over old crackling speakers.Something else.
Her head turning to the lady who was staring at them, so intently, her chin lifting ever so slightly (...A muthafuckin chainsaw.) as eyes narrow--desert forgotten ( and.if.my.day.keeps.goin.this.way.i.might--) perhaps in lieu of a more hearty meal and for the first time a smile spreads across her lips. Slowly, the way blood congeals darkening the area around it it with..
Amusement.
a low sound [only if you keep your end] backing his smile, free arm snaking around strong shoulders, fond nuzzle against black hair
"Good evening Taryn......" word clipped in sneer (there goes .that. plan) "Sian? This is Taryn..... Oliver's newest interest."
a low breath colored by thundering rumble against Sian's back [do you wish to help me train her?] hanger rattled to keep the Ahroun's attention where it should be - dress first, play later
The leash yanks her gaze down and fingers slide over the material she manages to smile though it seems more in thought than anything else... A single finger slides downn the seam (threads smoulder under her touch..) before her brow touches asher's in intimate gesture slide down his temple before she nods into his cheek.
[Yes...]
So many ways to take that.
And head twists outward again as Sian leans corded form against Asher slanting eyes raking the girl as if Taryn might catch fire (...run.) by the very act. Oddly the asian says nothing--in fact she hadn't really said a word all night come to think of it.
to Asher, Sian.: (..What are your plans, infant dancer..) Even biting sneer is not enough to pull her gaze from Sian's.. not yet. Nore the nuzzle, though brows lift as she is introduced... Oliver's newest interest. Amused.
She watches, she waits, she learns (...or dies.) - So this is the one who causes such longing in her (hated) teacher... before her voice murmurs softly.
"A pleasure."
in so very many ways... tip of tongue slides over lips, as she drags gaze down to material in hand, and back up.. (..catch me..)
"It's a beautful dress... would you like help trying it on?"
Fingers slide against skin with word alone as Karnala's child....smiles....the soft smile warms (smoldering) to return the nodded intimacy [thank you] head held against hers a moment more in lipless kiss
"You two get to know each other, I'll return in a moment and we can retire somewhere more...... exciting.....hm?"
the size not checked, it needs not be tried on, he knows the Ahroun's body as intimately as his own, he cannot count the nights she's pacified his wicked intentions with her volcanic touch
and finally
his attention returns to the hovering salesman
the purchase made by Mr. Robertson, suite 1321 (the Galliard came prepared), one dress added to his tab, and a bottle of champagne sent up to the room at around eleven-ishSian looks down at the finger.
Sian looks down at the finger.
Sian looks down at the finger.Her throat clearing a bit (STARES.) as she looks again to the expensive bit of nothing. but color... (Burgundy droplets her arm left as I dragged it from the kitchen,) the color is oddly compelling as she nods to the girl almost softly (calm before the--) eyes looking to her almost gently.
Break-Your-Fuckin-Face-Tonight.
(Give me something to break?)to Asher, Sian.: She watches it slide away in the hands of the Galliard, left with the temptress(tempest) standin (brewing) before her. Hands wrapped around the straps of her pack, her stance the easy (...how bout your fuckin face....) intimacy of long lost (lovers) friends...
"i've heard"
nothing
"..much about you..."to Taryn, Asher: A hand lifts (..tremble all ye--) and stretches toward seemingly slow motion as it brushes across the first shoulder past (-t-i-m-e-d-i-a-l-a-t-e-s-) brest to sieze apon clothing, biting against flesh, to grip and PULL closer. Inexorable force, like gravity, like tides, like biceps tencing as the girl is yanked closer. Sian lips just at the shell of her ear even as breath-mimicked words erupt.
["Tell."]
to Asher, Sian.: But she does not tremble. She watches the hand as it moves (serpantine) to grasp (strike) and pull her close, head bent to whisperless murmur across her ear as lips part in a soft chuckle..
(..feeling like a freight train..)
["Guess."]
But even then her voice follows (tempting the temptress..) in silken sooth - a bare murmur..
"I have waited long to meet the Ahroun... You've been missed by all."
it is not very long before he returns, the expensively wrapped package tucked beneath an arm, the other sliding idly around Sian's shoulders once more (not possession, only comfort in the touch of true packmate)"Shall we?"
a browlifted to Taryn's falling backwards
not particularly concerned with their answers, knowing the promise he made to his sister (lovermate) earlier, there is not a doubt she is ready (waiting, anticipating the kill), idly leading them back to valet parking
and another lesson will begin
to Asher, Sian.: She stumbles back - only two steps, another taken as she spins, and bows slightly toward Sian, though the mockery of her smile is for Asher alone. A wink, and she resituates her pack.
"no accessories?"
But she falls into step behind them, knownig the command to follow, that another lesson is about to begin. (there.are.always.more) humming slightly under her breath..
(..first one to complain..)to Taryn, Asher: A hand slides into Asher's back pocket as she wanders out still looking over Taryn not in the least furtively as if she were measuring by color and motion, by the sound of her footfalls and the weight of hairstrands.
"Oh no.... we'll come back for them, I've something far more interesting in mind."
the valet is called, keys retrieved to pluck their car from the livery waiting in the next lot over, package trunked, and the Galliard climbs into the driver's seat to bring them back to the Lab with only the radio for company, the car parked, and the process reversed
the lean Dancer drapes himself across the (his) couch in the gathering room, mismatched eyes holding and considering the women before him (such a contrast) before an idle smile finds its way to his lips
"Taryn.... you have learned of indulgence, corruption and desire, most importantly you've learned the power of inspiration.... you have learned to, at times, apply your mind without it being blinded by your vengeance, your knowledge of the Triad and Urges is acceptable, and you are understanding the dynamics of the pack along with its mirror to the Father's greater cause..... this you proved the other night before my own and Kaj'sha's eyes when you caught G'luough's sacrifice."
there's a slight smile
"And tonight..... you have met Sian. The only of the Spiral's Heart you did not know. Given the occasion I think it should be her honor to teach you your next lesson.
Violence."
mismatched gaze flicks to the Asian Goddess, chin dropping in barest nod [teach her as you wish, but do not kill..... unless she fails miserably] as Kaj'sha forbade fighting between the Heart itself, now will be their only chance to teach her of violence (and humility.... for what happens, should she find a way to hurt the Beta's favorite......)
to Asher, Sian.: She follows, thought not exactly in silence.. hum with the radio, again under her breath with lingering song, her fingers sliding in subtle movement as gaze wanders farther away - where they can never reach. She knows she is watched (..give me soething to break..) but she doesn't seem to mind, at all.
Into the lab, and pack is slid free and dropped into her room before she joins in the great room, leaning against the wall oppisite the(his) couch.. listening... rather surprised at the praise from the galliard's lips, but it doesn't show. Gaze turns toward Sian at the last, and brow lifts. The Asian Goddess a coiled mass of muscle (this is gonna hurt) and sensuality a silent prayer to the father - for a taste of humility... (..let me hurt the beta's favorite..) though she remains..
silent.to Taryn, Asher: Sweet Sweet Hunter..
Than smiles was more honey than sugar had a right to be her chin lifts a notch higher as if beckoning the girl--no she wouldn't outright attack her..
--can't kill her too quickly.
to Asher, Sian.: That brow just lifts a touch higher as chin lifts... (..sweet sweet hunter..) as she waits... her own smile playing about her lips as she watches the asian goddess for sign of attack...
...she knows what Kaj'sha has commanded (no fighting within the pack) but she. is not. pack. or so Asher delights in pointing out to her. This may be her only chance to hurt the beta's obvious favorite (though why? she has no wish to be favored.. just fucked. again. big difference.) though she has no wish to usurp the serpentine goddess....
yet.
Finally, she makes a move - though it may not be what is expected... vivid gaze brimming with playfulness, hands spread to her sides, and the bow is slight - but there.
The elder, the member of the pack.
must. take. first. swing.
As she will not. She will defend herself - but she will not attack until she herself is attacked.
Violence. Let the teaching begin.Sian yawns briefly, not even shifting form as she watches the girl bow (...so thats your BIG move?) A hand reaching down to slightly dipping head (..it is a motion before thought the speed with which the young beast moves.) and pushing with easily the weight of the lithe theurge's body letting her fall to the floor face down.
[Get. Up.]
Did that affect her hearing--or is the asian mouthing words.
to Asher, Sian.: Hands fall before her to catch her fall, and she rolls - arm hooked behind Sian's knees to aide the Ahroun's tumble over her side and down to the floor before she stands.
Did she even see mouthed words? breathed words? Does it matter....? She had a brother. She faces Sian once more
Try again.quite, comfortable, the Galliard watches (studying, remembering) choosing what lessons will come next as result of what he is shown now
(hesitation means death)
but should she strike..... what will it mean then?
Oh fun.
Because even as she touches sian she can feel something begin to change the heavy weight building with a Gawdawful crackling of bone and sliding of flesh veins bulging to flesh which grows in accorance nigh instantly (...touch me?) the beast rolls off of her inky pelt matted in parts and ripped off in others scars that never quite healed--The dire wolf twists its head once And siezes apon her calf.
Shadowlords they say are decended from pitbull stock.
to Asher, Sian.: A wounded cry as calf is seize and even as shift ache to begins she controls foot lifts and slams. repeatedly. into the wolfs head.
(stomp a little jig)
before she gives into the call and rage spills through strengthening form that shifts in silken smooth to Crinos...
to Taryn, Asher: Heel collides with heavy wolfen skull, and teeth only lock into place as a low (..soundless....) rumbling erupts from the beast (..does bone shift about teeth?) Action precceds reaction as the massive head begins to whip right from left always, visciously.to Asher, Sian. : A snarled
"FUCK"
as jaws lock and head starts to twist, she falls to the floor - and free foot (heavier, stronger now) waits to time it perfectly before solidly connects (crush) with throat hard enough to crush windpipe even as stomach muscles bunch to pull her up, claws flashing in hard swipe for soft underbelly..to Taryn, Asher: Soft.
Impressions of cracks on a wall of stone but as she goes for the throat the wolfen beast (...can you feel the change?) Shifits as well Legs still firmly gripped in her maw and paws turn to well furred arms, talons (...not razored not dripping--) sinking into theigh pushing even as teeth pull.
(..holy crap can she feel the tearing of flesh.. of tendon--catilage stretching.)
to Asher, Sian. : The fiery grip of agony burns through tendons and cartilage stretching through her flesh and skin and her rage burns and body twists again (..dance for me..) and the swipe that cannot reach belly flails for fur and neck and ears and scrape away with talons across eyes sliding (digging) down to shred along side of jaw - going for whatever damage that she can while being torn limb from limb
to Taryn, Asher: ...POP!
Its almost gleeful (but its not) small bits of flesh and blood scatter as form explodes pushing the pair apart. But Sian is not nearly done now throat muscles contracting in a parody of motion. Before the beast dives after her beating the girl repeatedly with her own leg.
to Asher, Sian. : Leg. falls off.
With no damage done?
Most would have at least blinkedthe loss of an eye, or winced at crushed throat.
She's in deep shit.
And bleeding.
but the beating continues and Taryn holds arm up to block but doesn't run away - at best she rolls (fuck that HURTS) and searches through raining (crimsonstains) blows for anything to help though realizing the blows are not as cleanly rained on her as could be by one who's seeing is unimpaired.. while Sian dives after her still she rolls from a swinging blow and swips again at underarm/neck/throat - just hoping some of it is in her reach..mismatched eyes watch (calculating) the soft (slashed) smile never once leaving his features
just what is your plan now infant dancer
the blood in the air fills his breaths (the violence filtering into his soul) and while Sian may be half-blinded by the slash, her cheek gaping in talon's wound, her mind is still filled with the visions of the scene before him (them) the girl on the floor unable to reach the monster (devastating beauty) weilding her limb as a ruthless weapon
the beating continues (such a shapely leg) for what seems like years
and then his voice (razor's edge) slices through the heavy thumps"Hss'chs...... stop, please, if you will."
he cannot let her be killed
to Taryn, Asher: Another smack (..defiance is-) and another before the beast shifts down immediatly, youthink she's harmless now? Hurling the leg into Kaj's crystal lamp as a hand goes protectively to her throat..
A wound that will never heal. (Ragged breaths..) continue as blood stains her cheek one barefoot flinging (yet another--how many had Sian christianed now?) coffee table over...
to Asher, Sian. : That resounding smack (does she even hear his voice?) Brings another (defient) swipe that doesn't even care if she connects or not (...to kill you in your sleep bitch...) before she pulls back in a scramble to the nearest wall, glaring at her/him/them in hate crazed eyes (was just starting to like you. Hate is the greatest tool - and she will be its most faithful. She will not allow it to slip again.)
"Thank you, Sian."
a sonnet in his eyes [more helpful than you think], before the leg is retrieved from shards of crystal, falling to a crouch in the growing puddle of blood surrounding the crouching (cowering) girl, the limb held within her reach
"Tell me what you learned, Taryn."
to Taryn, Asher: And as that look passes before his eyes she grunts (..inaudibly..)the moon is near full these nights stalking towards the couch. Blood staining immaculate cushions while nails begin to carve against the structure of dearly precious speakers...
Destruct.
to Asher, Sian. : Shift fades and pain explodes and gaze burns as she snatches limb from his hands and snarls
"That your cunt is a brainless goon. And apparently abiding by your Alpha's rules is only when you see fit. Convienient."
Words spit out in remains of boiling rage as blood pools and foot rises to push him back out of his crouch with a (weakening) kick at his knee.
"Hesitation is death. Get the fuck away from me."he knew what she would do, knee giving to the (weakening) kick only changing his balance, as one rotates away, the other sinks to the floor, hand snapping out to close around her throat
cutting off her air supply (crushing her larynx) to make sure she stays silent and listens
the silken voice deadly hiss"She abided by his rules, as have I. No violence against pack members; a rule which you just broke because you allowed yourself to be blinded again with whatever you were trying to prove. I had thought from your success the other night you knew when to use brains rather than brawn, that you could think yourself out of a situation in which strength was your adversary - I had thought to present you with a final test which I was so sure you would pass so Kaj'sha could have his Theurge and we could welcome you as one of the Spiral's Heart. But I was wrong, blinded by your accomplishment. You failed.
Miserably."
the hand recoils, as if loathe to touch her failure
the lean Dancer rising in retreat back to his (lover) packmate"You should let yourself bleed to death rather than face his disappointment..... or hope you heal quickly enough so your mistakes do not show at his party."
to Asher, Sian. : She doesn't fight the blow she'd expected, just flips him off as he moves away, and pushes herself up against the wall. teeth grit at the throbpulse of continued bloodflow that slows with effort before she Makes ehr way to her room. Whatever she decides - it won't be with his fucking mismatched demented hated eyes on her. (..show no weakness..heh. no choice with ones leg torn off really.) Where the instinct of defending oneself fails (she did NOT make the first move. She only defended herself.) She retreats to her (open) room to contemplate her actions. Success or failure remains to be seen.there is a glance, at the dragging retreat (she never should have let the fight begin, he treated her as a packmate, it is she who denies them still) before fingers spread (as lethal spider) to cover and trace (but not hinder) those poised to carve at the (his) speakers
a low sound in his throat, rumbling [what do you think of her] watching the contrast of their skin above the grain of wood
[pause]
Posted by asher at September 20, 2002 12:00 AM
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