Post by wayward on Dec 30, 2006 19:52:20 GMT -5
Try to understand me
Auds flickered, silently catching the noise of yet another brute. My god, what spell had the femmora before cast? San mused on this for a moment whilst the others conversed. Ah, San could tell her reputation had begun to precede her where the tyrant Picture Perfect was concerned. The other seemed unaware of her completely. Just like them too. Orbs cast a glance over to the sky one last time, for she knew what was happening. Tonight was the calm before the storm, she could feel it. Life would be changing. Perhaps for the better.
Auds again caught the sound of the third, but he was barely precept able, and San had incredible hearing. Her senses were heightened far above most horses, mostly due to him. A soft sigh came close to wrenching its way out of her maw, but she stopped it. Instead orbs studied the three before her, passing her judgments. The ebony czar seemed to have a dislike to her, which was fine. The other seemed to be both ignorant and a show off. And the bruja seemed discontent and unhappy with San's appearance. San had wondered if mayhaps this bruja was different, not so stereo typical, predictable. And yet she was in a manner, for her tone and speech were cruel and unnecessary. But that was of course, to be expected of the darks.
Maw parted and voice box sounded as the fire hued femme began to speak. Her tone was not dripping with sarcasm, but close. It was neither friendly nor unfriendly. She spoke to them,
"Mmm I see. This seems to be something that darks are never lacking in."
San was a mysterious equine, very few were allowed to get to know her. And they had a tendency to die once they did, perhaps in correlation, perhaps not. San's alliance shifted with each moment. She was neither light, nor neutral, nor dark. She tended to err on the side of rogue, for that was what if categorized, she preferred. The darks all thought her light, the lights imagined her dark, and the neutrals could care less. Nares inhaled the scents of the sky, catching faintly the other brute's scent. Wow, this vix must really be charming, eh? Boa curved to Pic and snapped,
"Does the great Pic have a problem with lil' ol' me?"
All kindness was devoid and null in her words to him. San was not one to take kindly to any brutes. At all. Period.
and you'll only get lost.