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thoughtformed2014-04-28 09:27 pm
coimiceoir) wrote in thoughtformed2014-04-28 09:27 pm
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What have you done with them? Don't lie to me and don't give me excuses. Just tell me.
[Aisling's voice is neither high-pitched, nor strident, but slightly deeper than usual and her words carry a sense of depth that very nearly echoes like an empty hall. There is no video accompaniment this time.]
Give them back! They were mine! Mine, do you understand! You have no right to do this!
[A hushed rustling sound grows behind her voice, like trees before the precursor winds of a storm, but the skies are clear and there's not much in the way of wind today.]
They had lives, they had friends, and you don't know what you've done - to them, to those you forced them to leave behind. You think you know.
[Her voice shakes, strained with grief, but rage is swiftly overtaking it. If you'd thought you'd heard her angry before, that was nothing in comparison.]
You think you understand everything, but you don't know anything! Give. Them. Back.
[The audio cuts off abruptly.]
[Aisling's voice is neither high-pitched, nor strident, but slightly deeper than usual and her words carry a sense of depth that very nearly echoes like an empty hall. There is no video accompaniment this time.]
Give them back! They were mine! Mine, do you understand! You have no right to do this!
[A hushed rustling sound grows behind her voice, like trees before the precursor winds of a storm, but the skies are clear and there's not much in the way of wind today.]
They had lives, they had friends, and you don't know what you've done - to them, to those you forced them to leave behind. You think you know.
[Her voice shakes, strained with grief, but rage is swiftly overtaking it. If you'd thought you'd heard her angry before, that was nothing in comparison.]
You think you understand everything, but you don't know anything! Give. Them. Back.
[The audio cuts off abruptly.]
Re: Action
[That doesn't appear to be reassuring. If anything, it makes her fluff up larger and she leaps back away from him. Claws gouge chunks from the turf at her quick turns. These are nothing like the playful bows of a puppy, but are the aggressive, tactical slinking scuffles of a hunter working itself up to attacking an ambitious prey.
Dodging in, she makes a dash as though to trip him up, but changes direction at the last moment, her tail lashing hard against his leg. Again she crouches a few yards ahead of him, barring his path and growling.]
Action
Action
Dancing back from him, she circles sideways out of his reach with a snarl. She doesn't want to leave the clearing. They're too close to the den, and that is the last place she wants mortals right now. Even him.
Lunging forward, her teeth snap closed on his sleeve, somehow missing the arm, and she sets herself to tug him back toward the city.]
Action
His face is now on level with hers, only inches away, and he holds her gaze - expression holding only pain and sorrow and understanding.]
Action
Then, slowly, hesitantly, the wolf's jaws ease. Release his sleeve. Her pink tongue licks nervously over her muzzle. Ears rise. Flick flat. Swivel back toward him, then back to hover half-down. Awareness returns and it's Aisling looking out of the wolf's eyes again, grief overwhelming everything in its path.
Warm and wet, she curls her tongue in brief apology over his wrist and settles slowly to sit in front of him. Her gaze drops and her nose follows. A moment later the softest whine escapes her as a bone deep shudder runs through her frame. Canines cannot cry, but she would if she could.]
Action
After a time, he closes his eyes and bows his head, touching his brow to hers, his arms more fully encircling her neck. He remains like that, on his knees in front of the wolf, slumped softly against her, head bowed to hers in tender compassion and sorrow. He makes no sound, but before long she will start to feel hot tears against her fur - canines cannot cry, so he will cry for both of them, holding tightly to the wolf.]
Action
At some point, however, she lifts her head and stands, nosing his ear with a soft huff. She ducks out from the circle of his arms, tugging lightly in an effort to disengage.]