Blackfeather Woods My mistakes were made for you

He ignores what she says and insteads, swipes a tongue across her cheek in attempt to woo her into intriuge. She dares not to make a move, as if a deer caught in the headlights, and does so for some time after his presence is no longer detected in the vicinity. She is utterly still, and as the world moves around her, the only indication she lives is the fact that she breathes. Even that too, is silent. But internally does a war rage, a war sparked both of terror and of desire, and it wrecks hell within her mind. Seconds turn into minutes which turn into hours and then she blinks herself back to reality, faced with a new consious and a new path. A path that will rip her from all that she knows; all in a fleeting moment of flirtatious intent. "Damn," The single word escapes her lungs, pulled from her vocal chords and staggered from her maw, and she retreats once more into the shadows of her home.