Post by Rayne on Jul 16, 2009 7:01:32 GMT -5
“Stealing my a piece of my clothing was unnecessary, I haven’t much pieces left you know.” A soft voice drawled out from the shadows directly behind Leseur. She had indeed followed the man’s scent unable to deny her curiosity over how familiar the man’s sire’s name sounded, she just had to see if he was someone she had once known, though she took a few detours on the way. She had been unable to resist a quick dip in the sparkling creek she’d stumbled upon, ridding herself of the grime covering her made her feel somewhat whole again. She almost looked whole again.
The scraps that covered her body were back to the pale yellow color they were originally, and her skin was now pale versus blotchy and brown. Her hair, though still rather crudely chopped, was at least somewhat silky and free of twigs and pine needles. But now that she was no longer covered by the filth the wounds covering her stood out in stark relief. Burns and crisscrossing lines made by a butcher’s blade ran along her arms and legs, dark purple bruising surrounded her throat left behind from the choke collar placed on her, but the most horrific one was the jagged cut running from just below her right eye all the way back toward her ear, a wound inflicted by the man she had thought loved her. Her broken appearance was only further by the dullness of her eyes and the gauntness of her frame.
She waited a few moments, feeling potion-induced strength coursing through her, not that she’d ever admit to taking the potion. Knowing that if she didn’t show herself they’d count her as a threat she stepped away from her shadows with a soft sigh, head tilted slightly baring her throat in a show of peace and submission. Automatically her eyes roamed along the assembled loup garou, taking in the pack until her gaze reached the massive form of their leader widening drastically as she stared up at him, and up and up.
“My but you are huge, aren’t you.” she said before she could engage her brain, a flush covering her cheeks in embarrassment.
The scraps that covered her body were back to the pale yellow color they were originally, and her skin was now pale versus blotchy and brown. Her hair, though still rather crudely chopped, was at least somewhat silky and free of twigs and pine needles. But now that she was no longer covered by the filth the wounds covering her stood out in stark relief. Burns and crisscrossing lines made by a butcher’s blade ran along her arms and legs, dark purple bruising surrounded her throat left behind from the choke collar placed on her, but the most horrific one was the jagged cut running from just below her right eye all the way back toward her ear, a wound inflicted by the man she had thought loved her. Her broken appearance was only further by the dullness of her eyes and the gauntness of her frame.
She waited a few moments, feeling potion-induced strength coursing through her, not that she’d ever admit to taking the potion. Knowing that if she didn’t show herself they’d count her as a threat she stepped away from her shadows with a soft sigh, head tilted slightly baring her throat in a show of peace and submission. Automatically her eyes roamed along the assembled loup garou, taking in the pack until her gaze reached the massive form of their leader widening drastically as she stared up at him, and up and up.
“My but you are huge, aren’t you.” she said before she could engage her brain, a flush covering her cheeks in embarrassment.