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| Subject: . A Puddle Of Crimson...From Your Own Eyes . | |
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Author: Gloria Sanchez |
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Date Posted: 16:18:37 09/23/04 Thu In reply to: Kazan 's message, "Trail of Tears..For you at Least" on 15:21:38 09/23/04 Thu She snarled, the fear coming and going at a freakish whim. The tears were more fluent now, gliding down her tanned cheeks effortlessly. She didn't want to go anywhere but home. She wanted to leave, jump into some stolen car, and get the heck out of Smallville. On finger came to fling the salty drops of her face and fierce and determined look spangled her vision. Ok, so they could read minds, then she would just have to react without thinking...which wasn't all together hard. The dagger would likely be a foolish attempt. If she did manage to cut them, they surely would become angry and find her to be a nice chew toy. Glowering down at the wolf she felt ill, like a panic of nausea. Jouet, for now was the least of her worries. If she didn't return home some sociable security loser would find her and take her away. That thought alone pushed her forward an amazing burst of will echoing through her brain. She was not smart kid, but she knew enough and had enough experience for when to bow and when to not. Glaring at the little girl she snaps, her voice now cool and collected, low and lethal like the night itself. Shut up you little girl. You bore me. The only reason you can even hurt me is cause you were lucky enough to be thrown into a pool of mutated genes...so back off. Your not human so slitting your throat wouldn't be to much of a burden. She wouldn't do that of course. She couldn't find that in herself. As much as she loathed the morphing child she remained that...a little girl. She wouldn't be able to sleep with that thought. Focusing her attention to the dog, she smiles, a big grin, filled with spite and mock. With amazing agility for a human born, her knee lifts, ramming into the chin of the hound. Hopefully it would stun him enough for her to run. ooc:I'm hoping that your in doggy form right now...lol [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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| ~ In this picture perfect life ~ | Ria | 18:15:23 09/23/04 Thu |
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