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Posted on April 22, 2014 at 05:15:42 PM by Zeltzin
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The girl watched her face etched with horror as the brute was charged towards by the female. She looked as if she was out for blood her paws thundering against the ground as she moved so fast as if she were her very own herd of elk running. He didn’t notice her as the brown and russet girl did but when his eye turned upon her all she could think was Heyel, but he wasn’t Heyel. By Quetzalcoatl if he wasn’t a younger exact double of the brute! His scent was different strong and somehow she just didn’t wish to take her gaze from him, she locked eyes with him and could tell even from a distance they were not the pure purple of the supposed ‘King of Moladion’ had. Heyel certainly did not bring on strange sensations either as she stood entranced by him. He was as Heyel claimed himself to be something different, perfect maybe. Zeltzin for moment was lost and had forgotten about the changing stranger, it was only a matter of seconds that she stood staring until her gaze hit the female once more and called to the Heyel lookalike. He moved so skillfully his body swinging out of the way while Zeltzin’s own form coming to help him though she was hardly large enough to do any more than get in the way. The girl however didn’t think about herself, her mind was so set on Anselm that she only wished to be near and help him. His dodge was good and the apparent attacker was not going out to attack him again. In fact she seemed to settle down allowing for a moment for Zeltzin to allow her curiosity to reach out to the young male who had caught her attention. He spoke in a strange language, the same one that Old Man Hey had used that Zeltzin did not understand in the slightest. She spoke Nahuatl, a language that was pretty much specific to her immediate family, minus her mother. Then it seemed he realized it, he spoke in what the girl assumed was broken English. Heyel, no I. The girl nodded, a small smile on her maw as she looked at him. He still eyed the fem wary of being attack and the girl couldn’t blame him. ”No, he’s not Heyel.” The girl corrected the fem firmly, not liking the idea of him to be continued to be called something he wasn’t. Plus he was better than Heyel, he couldn’t be called someone who he wasn’t especially if he was a better one. ”Who are you then?” The girl questioned the male and turned her own gaze to the strange female who edged closer. For some reason she didn’t worry as much as she felt she should about her. Not with him there. It was like he was radiating the same protective warmth she felt when she was with her brothers or father. ”And you.” She said he gaze on the female. She seems friendly enough for now at least she wasn’t trying to hurt the white male that looked so like Heyel. |
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- The Keeper - By anSelm April 27, 2014 at 02:31:40 PM
ANSELM x ZELTZIN - By FATE March 12, 2014 at 02:23:41 PM
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