Post by Vona Rarnan on Aug 19, 2010 22:09:16 GMT 2
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Screaming in the dark
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"An mou eíche trachiá mazí tou, den tha eínai to perpáti̱ma" The warrior said with a unnaturally smoth smirk. Her dark hair short over her face something not seen on women outside the village. It was a way of being able to wield the weapons without worrying for catching ones hair in the swings and throws. Of course for someone like Vona who grew up mainly surrounded by the most ferocious animals known to mankind the choice to cut her hair so short was one that prevented the cubs from causing her damage. Though she played with them daily and provided them with someone very capable of fighting with she knew what not to do in terms of play fighting with wild beasts. There was however an amusement in her eyes that glinted a shade of amber. She enjoyed making people around her worry about their safety. She enjoyed keeping those around her on their toes and most importantly; she enjoyed being the one in control.
It was another trait that had her seeking out the company of animals. Her pack knew she was definately the alpha female. Her own children had been raised around the creatures; yet they all knew not to mess with the woman who could easily and without any remorse, give them a beating that would send them with their tails between their legs. If they had them anyway. Yet there was a small hint of upset in the thought that although she had been given permission by the tribe leader to see if her old friend was fit to return to the tribe; she so far had no indication that she was ready other than the fact that she was still alive. "kyní̱gi gennaiodo̱rías" She explained simply, her eyes turning to lock with those of the blonde males. He had the figure very similar to everyone around the country of Samarid. Sickly pale, insanely so. Yet even from his position she could see his build was thick and strong. He looked weathered howeer, beaten like a man should not be. men should be strong and willing to bear strong children. Though Vona herself already had seven children to her name, two of which were banished to the male village there was never any need for her to stop breeding.
With another smirk she put a strong arm on her old friends forearm, her face a mized cloud of withheld emotions and a strong wish to release her emotions. She had missed her friend if she was honestl more than she was allowed to admit. There was always going to be the part of her with the village that truly prevented her from showing real empotions when she was meant to be the example of a hedonistic, altruistic and complex woman who was not ruled by her emotions. "Sas écho̱ chásei ton fílo mou" She said quieter, her eyes trailing back to her old friend and looking over her attire. She was not dressed the way she was used to with woman, she was more covered than she; but given her nature of not caring what anyone else saw other than for the purposes of breeding Vona knew that she appeared odd to the untrained eye. However; for those who undestood the complexity of the woman warrior village they would see that she was indeed someone who was always on the prowl. Comfortable in her own skin and strong enough to protect herself simply with her own skin. She was the personification of strength in a woman.
Trailing her eyes back to the man, Vonas appreciative glance was halted simply by the way he spoke to her. Surely he knew better ways of speaking to someone he very clearly knew could tear him to shreds. "Careful man. My ears far surpass yours. Do not annoy me with petty comments." However she had noticed also that his words were not indicated toward her. Instead to another girl not far. From what she could make of the girl she looked plain enough in the sickly paleness that was reflected in her being someone from the same land as the man. Her comments were much the same, however; she only interupted her conversation when there was an indication from the blonde that the male knew her. "He does not know me. And I do not think he ever shall. assumptions, pale one, can get you in very bad places." it was not a direct threat of course. The woman -known to be taller than the men she bred with- always sounded as if she was threatening some person or another. She cared not for the oppinions of others after all. And the only thing she sought after was to raise the population of her secretive nation.
"If I was being rough, he would not be walking"
"Bounty Hunting"
"I have missed you my friend"
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Drag my teeth across your chest
[/color][/size]Drag my teeth across your chest
I taste your beating heart[/font][/color][/size]
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( Outfit ) : LINK!
( Lyrics ) : Gold Dust - DJ Fresh
( Tags ) : Emerahl & open
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