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Posted on June 8, 2010 at 01:05:55 AM by Phoenix
 “Can I bite him?” Phoenix’s head whipped round to glare at the white animal her one violet eye and one grey glaring at the creature trying not to start yelling at it, “What I didn’t say it out loud? Fine... fine, pleeeeeeeeeease can I bite him?” Her eyes narrowed and a distinct muttering could be heard inside her head and the fox gave up choosing to instead sit and watch his mistress with disdain. She wasn’t sure why the fox had decided to be particularly objective to her talking to this other fae, she assumed he was being protective given the fourth curse and the way it would affect people. That and of course Loki was just difficult and annoying at the best of times. Thus explaining why she generally ignored him. She turned her face back to the male faerie her brows drawing in as she frowned trying to understand his speech which currently seemed to be a rather difficult thing for him to grasp. She could half understand the words maybe due to the fact a large portion of her life had unfortunately and unwillingly been around a group of thieves, bandits and village raiders who tended to drink more ‘hair of the dog’ than was healthy or usual for that matter. Basically it meant there words got slurred quite often so depicting speech was almost like learning another language. Rape wasn’t something she was unused to either, never to her she’d seen happen frequently enough but they’d only tried with her once; she bit the guys ear off and ran away. That’s actually how she came to be in shaman but hardly the point. She supposed she could have been a bit more helpful on explaining what the fourth curse actually was... no matter what he said. Then as he looked surprised to see her and confused all at once she realised it probably wouldn’t have mattered he’d have forgotten what she’d said. Well she hadn’t told him who she was and for a moment she was considering if he’d remember even if she did say. “You don’t know me... but then there aren’t many people who do” the last part was added on softly more like a voiced thought than anything else. It was rather true as well the closet people to her knew little about who she was or where she came then again Jensen and her didn’t really do a lot of talking on past backgrounds and Morgana was a child when she met her so had, had no need to ask about who Phoenix had been. She placed a hand on her chest indicating herself and spoke simply her name, “Phoenix”. She’d have asked for his in return but already knew he didn’t know it. Her lips quirked in a smile she didn’t recognise the word gorgeous or at least not when it was directed at herself but she did recognise his stammers where indicating he didn’t want to hurt her; “You won’t harm me” was all she stated it was all she need to state. She could look after herself whether or not she had a particularly magic sword in her possession which today she’d left with Jensen. You don’t survive a group of bandits or fighting off a dragon without learning something about how to protect yourself. Her eyes assessed him as he sat there fighting with how ever the curse was infecting him. She noted the way he was making himself relax to seem less of a threat and she reacted similarly letting her feet drop fully to the floor the tightened muscles in her legs that had been ready to let her spring away relaxing as she did so. Was this how the curse would affect her? She didn’t know. How could she? All she knew was every faerie in shaman had begun to currently glow a red shade, a darker shade if they were under the influence. Her curiosity was peaked would her memory go like his was, would she forget words? Ignorant of personal space she let herself move closer staring at him without realising quite what it was she was doing her mismatched eyes concentrated. She could feel something strange happening but not identify what. And very soon she found herself not caring or was it that she no longer aware of the feeling just that it was. “What’s it like?” she murmured her lips barely moving as she spoke. Her hand pressed lightly against his face for a second before her fingertips pulled back, affected yes completely gone, no. Her face was closer and she sniffed lightly inhaling his scent. She murmured again “What’s it like?” |
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