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Posted on January 19, 2019 at 00:16:50 AM by Nissa
Always confined. She left one prison only to be held up in another. Why couldn't she venture outside these ugly dirt walls? It was depressing. She'd already spent far too long here. She paced and scratched at the walls with her dull claws, wishing she could dig right though them. Growling, she bit at the dirt and spit it out in distaste, noting that her paw pad was bleeding now from catching it on a rock in the wall. Fascinated, she watched as it made a weird smudge in the dirt, making it look darker, more inviting. Her lips tugged into a smirk as she pressed her paw down on the ground firmly before lifting it back up. Another smudge. She grinned, feeling like she achieved something. "Mommy, look what I did!" She called out, wondering if Inara was around to come see her crowning achievement. She wasn't distracted for long, though. She moved back toward the entrance of the den, eyes narrowed as she searched the shadows of the russet form of her father. He was ever the watchful one and he seemed to catch her more times than most when she wanted to escape the den. He also liked to keep himself hidden, making her feel like she might have a shot before he'd snatch her up mid pounce and show her just how wrong she was. He was a jerk, but he also showered her with attention and gave her anything else she might desire. He brought her flowers daily, even showing her how to use her paws and teeth to make bracelets and necklaces out of the stems for her neck and legs. She felt pretty when they did that. He told her every day how beautiful she was, how desirable, but warned her that no male would ever be good enough for her. She took his words to heart, her eyes lit up with admiration every time he came around. She got mad at him every time he forced her back into the den but deep down, she knew it was cause he wanted to protect her. Her mother was more of a mystery, often keeping to herself but sometimes she gave Nissa looks that she couldn't decipher, especially when Cuirass was around. She thought she caught hatred or anger in her mother's eyes, but she couldn't tell if it was directed at her or her father. Every time it was just her and Inara though, she didn't feel hated, only loved. She tried not to read into it too much. After all, as long as she got attention, that was all that mattered, right? She ventured to the entrance and took a seat, daringly watching the outside world, waiting to see if her father would intercept her this time. Nissa female.0 years old.35in, 125#.born to Inara X Cuirass.not bound.not mated.mother to none.Captive of Asteraia image@seekgif.com |
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- I will be Your Destruction. - By Runihura January 31, 2019 at 06:11:14 PM
mine for the taking - By Nissa February 19, 2019 at 02:52:48 AM
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