Hoshor Plains i got a princess face, killer body, samurai mind

her sleep was dreamless, as it often was. and like many other aspects of her life, it was short-lived.

she awoke after only a few passing minutes, vision faded and senses dulled. it was only after she rose to stretch out her limbs that she realized she was not alone. unaware of how long the stranger had been near, a sense of uneasiness washed over her. there were but a few moments of heavy silence on her end before she stumbled away and let loose of low rumble of agitation.

any attempt on his part to close the distance she'd put between them would result in her immediately sprinting off in the opposite direction of him. she stayed only to study his appearance long enough so that it might be stored in her mental filing cabinet of creeps who watched her sleep.

ah, the beauty of misunderstandings.