Post by Hadjara on Oct 13, 2015 22:42:15 GMT -5
Hadjara quirked an eyebrow skeptically at Gabriel. ”What do ya mean?” She asked. She pressed her lips together and tried to study him for any sign of a lie, though she would hardly be able to tell. Even without his magic she could scarcely recognize a lie when it stared her in the face. ”Well . . . then do ya know more than what ya told me? Like . . . what happens if I say his name?” It had been like splitting hairs to get Gabriel to even tell her who he was, and that had been under the strict condition that she never speak it aloud.
Teasingly, she flicked the end of her tail against the back of his knee as she went on, “What kinda person would decide ta be the first daemon lord? Who would even think about that?” She did imagine he would be like Gabriel, although she tended to think any leader would be like him. Why would anyone follow someone else? He was too charismatic, and Hadjara had never met anyone else she was so drawn to. Surely that was a trait all leaders would have, her own mother excluded.
She nestled against Gabriel gently, palming his hand against hers in a gentle gesture that directly opposed her next words, ”Whatcha talkin’ bout? I could tear people apart even without m’ magic. I could do it as a human too, even if I never did.” As if to remind him how dangerous she had always been Hadjara ran a thumb under her crocodile-tooth necklace so the fangs clanked together. Sure, it hadn’t been with her bare hands that she killed crocodiles, but close enough. ”And if ya really wanted to I know that ya could! Just . . . put ya claws in someone’s sternum and yank each half of the ribs in different directions. I’ve seen ya do it ta animals ya wanna eat, and it really ain’t different ta do it to a livin’ person.” She snuggled closer to him, pressing her head against his arm and purring gently at the feel of his polished-smooth skin. It didn’t really occur to her exactly how dark her words were, being around Gabriel made her lose all real sense of morality.
It was so rare for him to sound nervous that when Gabriel told her to cut it out and she frowned deeply. ”Hmm, if I do stop will ya tell me more?” She asked, though she did not actually try anything again. She reluctantly followed him to the left, although when she finally got a full view of the castle she slowed dramatically. ”I want that,” she said, as she pointed at the towering monument.
Teasingly, she flicked the end of her tail against the back of his knee as she went on, “What kinda person would decide ta be the first daemon lord? Who would even think about that?” She did imagine he would be like Gabriel, although she tended to think any leader would be like him. Why would anyone follow someone else? He was too charismatic, and Hadjara had never met anyone else she was so drawn to. Surely that was a trait all leaders would have, her own mother excluded.
She nestled against Gabriel gently, palming his hand against hers in a gentle gesture that directly opposed her next words, ”Whatcha talkin’ bout? I could tear people apart even without m’ magic. I could do it as a human too, even if I never did.” As if to remind him how dangerous she had always been Hadjara ran a thumb under her crocodile-tooth necklace so the fangs clanked together. Sure, it hadn’t been with her bare hands that she killed crocodiles, but close enough. ”And if ya really wanted to I know that ya could! Just . . . put ya claws in someone’s sternum and yank each half of the ribs in different directions. I’ve seen ya do it ta animals ya wanna eat, and it really ain’t different ta do it to a livin’ person.” She snuggled closer to him, pressing her head against his arm and purring gently at the feel of his polished-smooth skin. It didn’t really occur to her exactly how dark her words were, being around Gabriel made her lose all real sense of morality.
It was so rare for him to sound nervous that when Gabriel told her to cut it out and she frowned deeply. ”Hmm, if I do stop will ya tell me more?” She asked, though she did not actually try anything again. She reluctantly followed him to the left, although when she finally got a full view of the castle she slowed dramatically. ”I want that,” she said, as she pointed at the towering monument.