[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]“You need to stop rushing in all the time, one of these days your not going to come back,” gentle the tone as had been the hands, trail of finger tips touching upon skin, feeling along the split. Dark had been the well of blood raising about it, river flowing until it gathered within the hollow of elbow, found home before it fell, quiet the irregular droplets as it touched upon leg. She was not fearful though unease gnawed upon the edges of her thought, touched the uneasy threads of it as the prior events coiled about the present, hazy the dark eyes within the flat face, draw of lips making easier to notice the tight hold of teeth.
Family had they been, more then the blood she had felt, heavy the tang of copper dancing upon her tongue as she had tended to what she had spoken of being but a scratch, fluttering the warmth of her stomach at so close a proximity of this wonderful women. Quietened now, though within the lining of her stomach heat still rose, touched about it and clear were the signs of her displeasure as tight were drawn each muscle, heavy breath marred with the edge of growl.
Broken apart, faint the laughter spilling forth. Ridiculous was this situation, anger dissipating as from the depths of her stomach the sound was drawn. Little amusement may be derived from such simplistic joke but it was enough for her, calming frayed nerves until she caught movement beneath, danging paws waving the other off, huff of breath growing until words pushed through teeth within a tone of anger. “Don't touch it.” Heavy the weight of the weapon, difficult to shift for a great many, faint the flicker of surprise as Julia watched the small feline move aside the axe, dulling some of the edge of her rage.
Indeed was there a thud, few the seconds between the other finding a perch so about the rope may she fix her jaws and the words she spoke registering, sudden the exclamation as gravity took her. “Fuck!” Into a pained groan the word faded, swallowed within the sound. Inhale. Focus upon each breath as it touches upon your throat not the ache of body worn, the wear of travel grown too much. Exhale. Assistance was what was offered and given no matter the end of it, done the task and so on she must continue.
Instinctive movement, reach of limb, curl of paw about said axe. Blunt had grown its edge, the red of it worn until the lacklustre silver beneath shone through within rough scratches and nick, wood of the handle well worn, splinters offering pain to those who dared to wield it. “I could,” shift of gaze touching upon the next, calm the manner in which he carried himself.
Weight of it within hands, feel of talons clicking upon the shaft of wood, laughter arising. Hours spent in such a place, little the grove but their place, heavy the weight of mud clinging to her. Flick of tail, excitement within so simple a movement, the twist of the weapon and – the clamour of them meeting, from him a snort and all she could do was stare.
“Was walkin when I decided I wanted ta...hang out-” with this eyes turn once more to Aya, slight the twist of smile upon her lips “-am new bout these parts but ya got a good way of welcomin others, truly enjoy being hung upside down and dropped on me head.”
Family had they been, more then the blood she had felt, heavy the tang of copper dancing upon her tongue as she had tended to what she had spoken of being but a scratch, fluttering the warmth of her stomach at so close a proximity of this wonderful women. Quietened now, though within the lining of her stomach heat still rose, touched about it and clear were the signs of her displeasure as tight were drawn each muscle, heavy breath marred with the edge of growl.
Broken apart, faint the laughter spilling forth. Ridiculous was this situation, anger dissipating as from the depths of her stomach the sound was drawn. Little amusement may be derived from such simplistic joke but it was enough for her, calming frayed nerves until she caught movement beneath, danging paws waving the other off, huff of breath growing until words pushed through teeth within a tone of anger. “Don't touch it.” Heavy the weight of the weapon, difficult to shift for a great many, faint the flicker of surprise as Julia watched the small feline move aside the axe, dulling some of the edge of her rage.
Indeed was there a thud, few the seconds between the other finding a perch so about the rope may she fix her jaws and the words she spoke registering, sudden the exclamation as gravity took her. “Fuck!” Into a pained groan the word faded, swallowed within the sound. Inhale. Focus upon each breath as it touches upon your throat not the ache of body worn, the wear of travel grown too much. Exhale. Assistance was what was offered and given no matter the end of it, done the task and so on she must continue.
Instinctive movement, reach of limb, curl of paw about said axe. Blunt had grown its edge, the red of it worn until the lacklustre silver beneath shone through within rough scratches and nick, wood of the handle well worn, splinters offering pain to those who dared to wield it. “I could,” shift of gaze touching upon the next, calm the manner in which he carried himself.
Weight of it within hands, feel of talons clicking upon the shaft of wood, laughter arising. Hours spent in such a place, little the grove but their place, heavy the weight of mud clinging to her. Flick of tail, excitement within so simple a movement, the twist of the weapon and – the clamour of them meeting, from him a snort and all she could do was stare.
“Was walkin when I decided I wanted ta...hang out-” with this eyes turn once more to Aya, slight the twist of smile upon her lips “-am new bout these parts but ya got a good way of welcomin others, truly enjoy being hung upside down and dropped on me head.”