August 03, 2020, 03:41 AM
She’s stumbling in the rough terrain hissing nonsense to herself. She’s definitely not the same as when hed first met her. What did they do to her? He wonders. Whoever they are, he’s content to rip their fucking throat out. The sudden thought of killing whoever’s responsible for her condition is odd to say the least, yet he doesn’t fight it. He’d do it if he has the chance.
Though when he cuts into her path she seems content to fight back. Really, if she had decided to try and fight Donovan, it’d be quite useless. He could snap her neck like a twig without even breaking a sweat. She’s so small and fragile, beautiful and sweet; so different from the women Donovan has usually associated himself with. Right now she’s nothing of the sort. When he speaks, she recognizes him and veers off to the side and tumbled to the sandy ground below.
Instantly he’s dipping his head to help her up. Donav. She sighs out her version of his name in a soft whisper and he’s looking down to her intently, awaiting her next words. She’s sputtering words of confusion, the answer to all of her questions being yes.
“Yes to all of those. Calm down, darling.” He hums softly. Seeing if the deep, soothing baritone of his voice could soothe the frantic woman. He comes closer nudging their noses together briefly. “I found you at the borders of my territory. Someone dropped you there like a fucked up present.” His tone get a bit harder as he explains, anger for what happened to her evident in his voice.
Though when he cuts into her path she seems content to fight back. Really, if she had decided to try and fight Donovan, it’d be quite useless. He could snap her neck like a twig without even breaking a sweat. She’s so small and fragile, beautiful and sweet; so different from the women Donovan has usually associated himself with. Right now she’s nothing of the sort. When he speaks, she recognizes him and veers off to the side and tumbled to the sandy ground below.
Instantly he’s dipping his head to help her up. Donav. She sighs out her version of his name in a soft whisper and he’s looking down to her intently, awaiting her next words. She’s sputtering words of confusion, the answer to all of her questions being yes.
“Yes to all of those. Calm down, darling.” He hums softly. Seeing if the deep, soothing baritone of his voice could soothe the frantic woman. He comes closer nudging their noses together briefly. “I found you at the borders of my territory. Someone dropped you there like a fucked up present.” His tone get a bit harder as he explains, anger for what happened to her evident in his voice.
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her flesh held the scent of honeysuckle drenched in battle - by Necahual - August 01, 2020, 08:34 PM
RE: her flesh held the scent of honeysuckle drenched in battle - by Kynareth Deagon - August 01, 2020, 10:00 PM
RE: her flesh held the scent of honeysuckle drenched in battle - by Necahual - August 02, 2020, 02:02 PM
RE: her flesh held the scent of honeysuckle drenched in battle - by Kynareth Deagon - August 03, 2020, 03:41 AM
RE: her flesh held the scent of honeysuckle drenched in battle - by Necahual - August 05, 2020, 06:50 PM
RE: her flesh held the scent of honeysuckle drenched in battle - by Kynareth Deagon - August 07, 2020, 11:45 AM
RE: her flesh held the scent of honeysuckle drenched in battle - by Necahual - August 10, 2020, 04:08 AM
RE: her flesh held the scent of honeysuckle drenched in battle - by Kynareth Deagon - August 11, 2020, 02:02 AM
RE: her flesh held the scent of honeysuckle drenched in battle - by Necahual - August 16, 2020, 04:53 PM
RE: her flesh held the scent of honeysuckle drenched in battle - by Kynareth Deagon - August 18, 2020, 03:01 AM
RE: her flesh held the scent of honeysuckle drenched in battle - by Necahual - August 22, 2020, 09:18 AM
RE: her flesh held the scent of honeysuckle drenched in battle - by Kynareth Deagon - August 23, 2020, 06:50 PM