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Post by kaitlyn on Mar 14, 2010 15:42:40 GMT -5
'Iguess you could say that...'
I'm here because I'm a coward. I'm here because I don't have the guts to stand up for myself.
I'm here because I need to get away...
He smiled his lopsided grin again, and asked 'So your'e a shifter. I can tell that without reading your mind. What do you shift into, though?' He furrowed his brow almost comically as he used her light to figure out what she changed into. '...a cat, right? Big? Or small?' he could pick the answers straight out of her head, of course, but apart from the stuff he couldn't control, he only tried to read people and shifter's minds if he had their permission.
He admired the Greek letters the girl had written into the rich earth as he waited patiently for the answer. If she could write them, maybe she could tell him what was written onto the blade of his greek knife...
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Post by wolflegend on Mar 14, 2010 15:54:26 GMT -5
Fiona looked at the shifter andshifted silently in a ball of green light. She shifted into a huge Snow Leopard. She purred and then she shifted back, still criss crossed applsauced position. She was still looking down at the ground as she started to write more in Ancient Greek.
Fiona contnued writing in the old ancient forgotten language as she started to hum.
When Fiona sang or hummed it was like listening to angels from above or listening to your own heart beat slow and live on forever iwth the one you love. She sang very well and had aptitude for singing.
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Post by kaitlyn on Mar 14, 2010 16:12:28 GMT -5
Nat smiled wryly when he saw the snow leopard.
Nathaniel, shapeshifter and guessing genius!
He produced the knife from the pocket of his ragged jeans and handed it over. 'Um, I know this is kind of weird, but I was wondering If you knew what this says.' He held it out on the flat of his palm so the sunlight glinted off the lion on the handle. He held it out while he listened to the girls humming. It rose and fell like the sound of the sea. It reminded him of playing his saxophone before he had to sell it to buy food. 'You don't have to,' he said, always on the edge of returning the knife to the jean pocket, almost half-hoping she would say no. His free hand moved to his stone again, and traced the 'S' of the word Sister.
Muse-Dog Days are Over-Florence and the Machine
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Post by wolflegend on Mar 14, 2010 16:25:24 GMT -5
Fiona saw the man bring a knife out of his pocket and insticntivly backed up and had a saced look on her face, which was out of place on her snow white, pale face.
She reached out for the knife and quickly took it. She looked down at it as she narrowed her eyes a bit and tried to read it. Fiona took a shaky breath. She hated knives. Ever since her father stabbed with one in the chest. She ended up having to go to the hospital a week later because it got inffected because her father kept her locked in her room. "Towards the light," She said shakily as she handed it back to him, but again, kept her distance.
She brought her knees up to her chest and put her right arm around them as she layed her head on her knees. She looked like she hadn't gotten any sleep for months now. It was true. She only took naps. It wasn't safe for her to sleep. She didn't feel safe when slept. She took a stick and continued to write in the dirt.
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Post by kaitlyn on Mar 14, 2010 16:34:19 GMT -5
Nat flinched when he saw the effect his pocket knife had on the girl.
Why do I always do everything wrong?
He was slightly intruiged by the meaning of the elegant gold etching on his knife, though. Towards the light...he couldn't see much meaning to it.
'I'm sorry,' he said to the girl, who had drawn her knees up to her chest and had her arms tightly wrapped around them. 'I didn't mean to freak you out. Really, I am'
When there was no reply, he shifted back into his lion form and lay, dozing on the rock. He was annoyed with himself for being so stupid, and he soon slipped back into daydreams of streaking past the clouds, higher and higher untill his whiskers got burnt by the sun. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that the girl was still scratching Greek into the ground with a stick.
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