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Date Posted: 22:32:46 11/18/09 Wed
Author: Lyla
Subject: .:.Im nekkid.:.
In reply to: Ronon 's message, "..::Outlaw Torn::.." on 22:18:10 11/18/09 Wed

She toppled to the ground in a little heap and didn’t move again. She was coming down from the rush of it all and she was trembling and hurting all over. She was furious at her own inability to function properly. She was irritated that she’d let the stranger go and he’d escaped. He did need to pay. Or at least explain! Had he known Lyla was a shifter? Was he a traitor to his own kind? Was he merely apologetic because he’d be stopped? Her brain rushed and was numb simultaneously. She was still crying silently and her hair was tangled and looped in a way she knew would be painful to brush out. Her hands were covered in dirt and blood from her absent minded compression of her bleeding side. She looked at the blood in totally shock. It was coming from her. The realization made her queasy. She’d never ever seen this much of it before. She’d lost count of Ronon during these brief moments and she was glad when he pushed her head into her chest. She held it, clinging to it like a makeshift human/animal hug. Her wet cheeks were wiped against his coat and her right arm looped under his head while the other was over his shoulders. She held him tight for a moment or two before letting him go. She doubted he liked being treated like a pet. She surely wouldn’t have. She stood, naked and dirty, in front of him. She had been coy and seductive before; now, she was flat out uncaring. She took a timid step towards their original train car. But then she stopped, glanced around to confirm their location, and took another step. The gravel bit into her soft flesh but she just kept moving. She would get dressed and would get them home. She pressed her dirty palm back into her ribs, holding on to where it hurt worst. The compression seemed to ease the pain. “Ronon, I am so sorry”. It was so low and pathetic sounding that she doubted he caught it. She didn’t want to feel sorry for herself but it was hard when you almost just got eaten.

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..::Outlaw Torn::.. -- Ronon, 23:00:46 11/18/09 Wed
- ..Closing.. -- Lyla, 16:43:01 11/19/09 Thu