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Gentle Lady
This man was all too persistent. Where anyone else on this street would have likely dismissed her themselves, been annoyed my her presence, he seemed intent on not letting her slip away. This, of course, only stirred up the poor thing's nerves. Lately, it seemed nobody had any good intentions. This human world was not a 'good' place, it even smelled foul, and so many of it's people were foul themselves.

"Uhm..." What's the rush? The rush is the fact that her life is constantly on the line. The longer she stays in one place, surrounded by the same people, the more at risk she is. Not to mention, the femme is sure she hasn't eaten in at least the last two days, the fatigue starting to take it's toll. Even now as she stood before this tall man, just looking up to his face made her dizzy. Despite this reaction to looking directly up though, somehow he didn't seem nauseating. Up until now, every person she'd come into contact with had made her stomach twist and turn painfully with their stench. It seemed he had no scent at all...at least, nothing out of the ordinary to her usual senses. It made her curious for a moment, but she soon discarded the thoughts to focus on the situation at hand.

Mission? It seemed like an odd word to use randomly the way he did. Every time they'd sent her out from the heavens it had been a mission, but she was sure humans never had missions of any sort..not usually at least. "Uhm..no...I'm not from here I guess..." she spoke all too quickly, glancing to the side and then back up at the male. Something about that grin made her feel uneasy, gave off the vibe that he knew more than he was letting on.

"I...I have to go now.." He was making her uneasy, and there was no way she could withstand another attack tonight if he was one of the ones looking for her. Red eyes darted from one side of the street to the other then before she turned quickly on her heels, away from the male and made to sprint for the other side of the street. By now, the wounds still all too present on her back were bleeding straight through the bandages and her jacket as well, blood staining through in two strips of red along her shoulder blades.
Old Posted 01-29-2011, 10:51 PM Reply With Quote