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Posted on July 8, 2010 at 06:43:30 PM by Phoenix
 You would think a giant white lion pounding up to you would be something rather scary, or at least that you’d run or possibly dive for cover, maybe grab a chair and a whip if you’ve ever been to the circus. However when that lion happens to be Kopa you don’t usually panic unless there’s a curse in place and he actually looks like he may eat you, otherwise he appears fairly harmless to anyone who talks to him. He’s not the kind of lion you’d find in a circus being held at bay by a guy holding a chair like a shield and cracking a whip. He’s just not scary. However when he runs up to you sounding scared he cane cause the prickles of fear to rise at the back of your neck and for that cold sweat people usually only experience when they’re ill to rise up through your flesh. This was the case now he had successfully scared Phoenix enough to the point where she’d abruptly shoved Loki’s panicked chatter of more panic stirring questions out of her mind. Phoenix doesn’t like feeling scared not that anyone does. It’s the feeling of complete uselessness and weakness as well as a kind of quick sharp shock that’s fear. She doesn’t like it, it hurts. And if Kopa’s fae had done something that even Kopa knows is wrong, is worried about then she will most definitely have due reason to worry and possibly have justification to start yelling. Right now the feeling flooding over her is just sheer numb shock. He’d hurt himself? He’d hurt himself how? She didn’t ask why she didn’t need to. Not that she knows phoenix isn’t a mind reader, she may be many things but she’s not telepathic. She does know Jensen well enough to know that’s something’s not right with him, if it ever has been. She knows him well enough to know that it’s probably always there gnawing away quietly at times and then taking big bites at others. Secrets, not lies just secrets and everyone was entitled to those. She had no right to ask what his were when she didn’t share her own; they were hers which she dealt with in her own way. Usually her nightmares took the form of nightmares and during the day the plague could be kept locked away but at night it was allowed to run freely through her mind whether she wanted them to or not. That’s why she sleeps for about four hours on a night maybe more but maybe not, usually because Loki lets her sleep and then gets yelled at for doing so. Jensen on the other hand, well she didn’t know how he dealt with his past demons it was a sort of silent agreement that they just didn’t talk about the past...period. Now though, now she was going to throttle him if he didn’t learn to cut the stitches on his sewn up lips (figuratively speaking) and start spewing. She wouldn’t normally but this was different. Hurting yourself meant you needed to vent and you needed to earn to vent ion a less destructive way. It wasn’t just the fact he was hurting himself, self-destruction was one thing but he had Kopa a familiar. They are part of you and you can’t hurt yourself without hurting them and well it just puts the whole messy business on parade if your familiars walking around looking like their about to cry. She didn’t ask Kopa where Jensen was, or what he’d done she didn’t need to she just followed the lion as quickly as she could, Loki sprinting beside her as her pace quickened. Pausing at the door where the man who thought as a soldier was in she glanced down at Loki, ‘Meds Stat” one useful thing Loki didn’t question he just ran off to find the supplies Phoenix wanted. “Kopa watch the door for Loki coming back, it’ll be okay, somehow” she smiled weakly. She wasn’t going to lie to the lion, he may be a bit dim and trusting but she wouldn’t lie to him. Breathing out a sigh and trying to let go of the panic and fear and worry, she walked over to the man. She wasn’t exactly sure if she’d succeeded in letting them go but she wasn’t about to start yelling at him which was something. Lowering down to kneel she noticed where the blood was coming from his hand. “Let me see”, one good thing about the third curse it had taught her some medical skills and she could speak with that calm authoritative voice that doctors are so fond of using. She held her hand out one ear listening for the scampered pace of the fox returning. Her eyes glanced up and she noticed the reddish smear on the stone. Biting her lip she looked purposefully at his hand before staring solemnly, eye to eye contact. “So what did the wall do?” She wanted to check his hand out and get it bandaged before she started to yell, or anything else for that matter so she’d settled for a question that wasn’t really in need of an answer, nor did she truly expect one, one that was truthful or insightful at least. |
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