she hadn’t always been this salty. well….maybe she had. but the events of the past year certainly hadn’t helped. someone…whose name would never be uttered in her mind again….Him…. someone had slipped inside her scabbed and hardened shell despite all her attempts to keep Him out. she had failed. and now she, and the rest of the world by extension, was paying the piper. there were already some plus sides though, she thought, to being in this foreign place. the odds of running into Him were zero. and there was a lot of food. pretty much the only two things she cared about at the moment…. she sidles forward occasionally, tempted by greener patches just ahead, ignoring the fluttering activity around her. a permanent scowl is fixed on her features and her eyes, during the brief moments they are not focused solely on the grass underfoot, are as hard and cold as ice. dredge lifts that frigid gaze and lets it settle on the intruder of her…peace. the blackened tips of her ears disappear even further, if possible, into the dark crown of mane at her poll and her lips pull back into an irritated sneer. without missing a beat she retorts. her voice is surprisingly sweet, in contrast with the menacing look of her body, and her dark lashes flutter with feline grace. oh dear… that is awkward indeed… you must have lost track of your bearings then? in fact i don’t see your grass anywhere.. she lifts her dark head, raising it to the level of his shoulder. he is tall, she thinks. just like Him. she hides this revelation, willing herself not to physically recoil. instead she draws closer, tracing her velvety black maw along the line of his mane and withers. her nostrils flare, taking in his scent. she lets her eyes, one dark and one pale blue, flutter upward, hoping to catch his own, she lets them burn with the heat she usually reserved for Him. and then for a second she lets the sneer melt into a coquettish grin, her voice honey sweet as she looks him in the eye. if you were looking for your head, however, I could point you in the right direction. perhaps with some begging i might help you extricate it from your ass. it’s very difficult to tell them apart but i wouldn’t mind helping to sort you out. |