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Post by scenester on Oct 6, 2008 16:28:49 GMT
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♰His thoughts. Wandered into his mind. He had no voice now; it was as if that ability had been taken from him. So much had happen… So much he couldn’t control. Wasn’t that a human need? The need to control a situation to be in power… Why was the world shaking… Indi found his eyes not able to focus on anything, and then realized. It was not the world that was shaking but it was him himself that was vibrating. A pull in his chest made him cringe. It was not a physical pull but more a spiritual one. The way everything was going Indi was starting to wish he was ‘home’ with Kira. But there… There it brought back horrid memories. The yelling, the fighting… Nothing was at peace there and even in the halls of the silent house everything seem to be agonizing. Indi’s acute ears were able ever so barely to hear the beating of a heart. If he listened harder he could probably dance to the beat. But Indi had no such intention at the moment. He turned his body to face Tammy and Piper. He bowed his head in another respectful gesture and then parted his lips to speak.
“ Excuse me ladies. There is someone I need to speak with.”
Taking two small steps backwards he then turned and moved towards the restrooms and stairs. Locking his hand around the handle an electric shock greeted him again. This time he flinched away and held his hand to his chest as if someone had broken it. But summing up the confidence once more he pulled the door open rather roughly, making the hinges scream in protest to the rather quick movement. Indi cringed once more as the sound was ringing in his ears for a few moments. He missed the scents here. This was home. Even if it carried rather bad memories. But yet is carried wonderful ones to. Slowly he moved to the stairs. Carefully to stay perfectly silent. Only his pounding heart and small swallow breaths were giving him away. Once at the top of the stairs he closed his eyes and sniffed. He let himself be swept over by the smells, let them drain into him.
Once he had familiarized himself once more he stepped slowly to Will’s down. He swallowed rather hard before tapping twice lightly. His head was dipped forward, ashy blond hair in his eyes as the pools of liquid ice were hard and composed. Indi was trying to find his voice, find his hope. But every time he parted his lisp to speak only air would hiss out and the words would be trapped somewhere in his throat. But at last he was able to focus some audible words out.
“Da? May I come in?”
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Post by Will Fleet on Oct 6, 2008 16:50:36 GMT
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Will was left his in own warped silent, his room was deathly still, no sound, but Will could hear an orchestra of sounds, his heart oulsing, the murmurs of voices below, the rat, skittering about the rubbish in the alley outside. Yet his balcony window wasn’t open, and in his own mind, there was thoughts and emotions crashing and jolting him like tidal waves over an unfortunate little town, washing it away with a scent or trace. Will wished the thoughts, just like a tsunami would settle, eventually, maybe they would, but they were currently a relentless torrent. Shaking his head viciously he tried his best for silence, ears pinned flat, keeping his lips firmly shut in fear of a weary groan escaping him, how he longed for peace, for these unpleasant things to stop leaping at his from the shadows, startling and upsetting him more. It was almost a physical agony.
But something jolted him from the mess of his own mind, he wasn’t going mad mind you, no, he was still sane, still very much cunning and swift. But things laboured ones mind, worries, memories, fears and the occasionally occurrence would lie like a lead weight on your shoulders and nag and irritate ones mind like standing for hours by a hungry woodpecker hacking its way through a thick tree trunk. Oh how strange metaphors could be when you were this distressed.
But, back to the thing which had distracted him, drawn his attention away, footsteps, his brow furrowed, Will room at the very end of the corridor. Foot steps, given away by the old wooden creak of te floorboards, despite skill, you’d need to be quite experienced and know these floors well, to adjust your weight just right to stop them wailing so unfortunately beneath your feet or paws. Will’s body was rigid, still positioned behind the door, stubbornly. His ears back, listening, alas, the steps were drawing closer, towards his door, praying that they would turn to enter one of the doors either side of his own. But there was those godforsaken knocks on the wood he leant against, and then the words which carried through, making his jaw clench agonisingly.
“Da? May I come in?”
‘Da? Da!?’ was this some kind of way to creep back into Will’s good books, like some child that Will knew Indi was no longer. Or was he simply not giving Indi enough credit? No, he was still mad at the boy, and it took effort to hide said emotions from his voice.
“I’m busy” he replied curtly.
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Post by scenester on Oct 6, 2008 17:15:04 GMT
i n d i giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.
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♰He couldn’t stop the trembles that were controlling his hands. No amount of mental or physical preparation could have readied Indi for this. He felt cold almost dead. His very warmth was seemingly sucked from his body as if some vampire was slowly killing him. He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know. Everything around him seemed so vivid so real. It’s kind of like being in a sleep for most your life, just living each day as it came and never really putting thought into what tomorrow harbored. Indi felt as if he had been violently awaken from that dream, that his comfort zone was shattered and taken from him by force. He didn’t like this isolated feeling. It was honestly scaring him.
Indi didn’t know what to expect. He didn’t know what he would see or hear. He felt so foreign, so lost in a world he had never been in before. You could almost call it reborn. Spending so much time with Kira, learning so much more about who he was and his past. It ‘awakened’ him to the horrific reality he lived in. Indi didn’t leave Will and the others out of free will. Out of raw choice. It was more a compulsion then anything. But what he found was something he could forget. But the empty hallways and the place he used to cry in, the play he sued to sleep in and be happy in was now a reminder of his mistakes of things he couldn’t control yet some how they altered him. Indi had seen death first hand. Nearly felt it for himself. But to see someone important slip before you, someone you had no control over. That was just horrifying. He knew for a fact he was not the only one. Not at the least. But it had been so raw for Indi; so painful it was as if new cuts were closed and the only one ripped opened with salt covered barbs.
As Will’s voice seeped back to him Indi flinched, but didn’t move from his spot. He felt a tinge of sarcasm tickle at the tip of his tongue. It wanted to be spitted out. But such an action would not bring anything good. Indi took a moment to rebuild his composure before speaking once more. His voice was rather blank, well monotone but for the shakiness that was present. He placed one hand on the door and leaned into it as he listened. The words that came out were rather low.
“Is that why you fled? Am I that different?”
He murmured. Voice breaking twice in odd places. What was he to Will now? Indi felt like shattering. He kind of wanted to fall apart right then and there. Will was the closest thing he had to a father since his biological dad walked out on his family. But now that he had ‘changed’ with his time away did there relationship change? What had happened while he was gone? What has been happening to the world here? It seemed as if everything was rotting from the inside out. Tainted by some black veil in which clouded the truth Indi so desperately seeked. Why was he so lost?
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Post by Will Fleet on Oct 6, 2008 17:32:43 GMT
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Will wanted badly to be shrouded once more in some form of comfort, some sort of reassurance that everything was fine, but, alas, such things were for children, children by their parents, by those who were older, cared for you and made sure no harm came to you. Will had never felt that and as defiant as he was different, as he was stubborn and strong willed. He refused to pine for such things now. After all, he was meant to be the strong one, wasn’t he? He was meant to be the one to lead other to safety and protect them, head high, his actions confident, to know what to do and when to do it, to keep people safe and to make sure they’re comforted and that they are reassured and protected like they deserve to be.
What about himself? No, there was no time for his needs, his sake, maybe that’s why he was like this? His body was pining for that care to be considered once more and not shouldered to the side like he had done to himself so many times, so focused on others that he himself, had been neglected in the first place. He tried his best, good lord how he tried! And what had come of it, merely more heart ache and now, this boy, who angered and hurt him by simply appearing all smiles on the door step seemingly without a care in the world. Had he no idea what fear Will had gone through when he’d simply vanished and then just sidle back in with them? Not even worrying who might have worried themselves sick? Hah, no one took that into consideration did they? No one thought about how the one who tried his best to care for all, thought he had failed once more. He could feel the boy’s presence still on the other side of the door, he didn’t hear the footsteps move away or the floor boards to signify such movement, it was clear that it wasn’t done.
Thus, the tenseness in Will’s muscles didn’t give, the leader still alert, still angry and bitter. Well, he deserved to be didn’t he? He couldn’t be all cheery and smiles and sugary sweet forever, he was, despite the feral ferocity, the instincts and the abnormalities in his appearance, he was still, very much, human. And Human’s, mortal’s, could only take so much. One more, his fur bristled as the boy spoke, it sounded matured as well, just striking another tally mark in Will’s defiant little mind, that this was not the Indi he remembered, this most definitely was not the little boy, wide –eyed and gleeful laughs he’d hoisted up and played about with. No, he could hear it in his very voice, how he was no longer the innocent little boy, but he had grown and been corrupted like many was at his age, no, like everyone was at his age. Where a sneer was common and you felt bitter words of sarcasm bubble on your tongue like a sweet sweet substance.
He admired the boy’s restraint though, his words seemingly pretty calm, controlled, “I didn’t flee” he growled back, defensiveness in his tone, “You left, no word, and then you saunter back in here without giving a damn about who may have worried you were lying dead in some alley way. You are different, yet you don’t seem to think you have to take responsibility still for you actions” he growled, the anger, the hurt seeping ever so slightly into his frustrated words, was Indi still that clueless? No, He was a teenager, he was older, he now knew better, he could think equally, he could tell more easily between right and wrong, if he looked at it the right way. So, Will was simply going to treat him as the age was, no longer that innocent little boy he grown so very very fond of. Indi had changed, a lot.
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Post by scenester on Oct 6, 2008 17:59:29 GMT
i n d i giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.
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♰What place was left? What place in this world was not touched or poisoned. Not effected by the destruction. It was like sickness. Spreading from host to host from blood and hate. Spitting careless words as people who’s feeling were torn. Indi was not blind, not to this. Like I said before, he was awakened in other words. Became aware. The hallow halls; the trapped room all was enough to push him to the place he is. He didn’t know how to talk, talk the way he knew was needed. Explain things to make others understand. Why was he feeling so trapped? So small? Indi knew, straight in his heart he was different. He was not innocent or playful. What had happened to the youth jackal who didn’t have a care in the world? Indi balled his free hand into a fist, trying his best to keep his nimble body from shaking like a leaf in a tornado. But yet he was not accomplishing such a goal. He was rather failing miserably.
But knew questions picked at his mind, making him want to collapse in stress. The words that were haunting his every thought, shadowing his every movement, whispering in his eyes as it spilled the acid words which made the boy want to turn, want to run. ‘Not Welcome.’ Indi couldn’t explain his feeling. He was acting, he was composed. He could let his emotions slip, last time that happen it had very nearly stripped him of life. He was looking for that numb spot. That place where he became unaware, so he couldn’t think. He wanted to be clouded again, to be blind. He didn’t want to feel, he didn’t want to see or hear. Humans feel pain to learn. To not do it again. But this pain, this burning pain was making the boy feel as if ice. So cold and so alone.
As Will snapped back in a defensive manner Indi felt his heart run cold. He felt as if he was beating raw acid through his body, as if he was freezing and burning at the same time. Where was the numb? When would he numb? But yet he could hear the pain that coated Will’s words, but that was all over ridded by the frustration and anger. The fear. How badly had he scared his adoptive father or was he not allowed to call him such a thing. Was Indi being disowned? Was he no longer welcome among these people? Was that his fate? For a moment Indi’s breathe exalted before cutting off and then evening out. He had trouble swallowing this time.
“Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds you plant.”
He whispered mainly to himself. He didn’t want to explain. He was scared if he did then… then it would come out wrong. This was his home… The pain of not having a roof over your head the pain of it all was building. He couldn’t return to Kira. He was clearly currently not welcome here. Did Will really hold him so highly for his actions… There it was… That burning feeling again at the sides of his eyes. Without his consent the tears that were silently building with out Indi’s knowledge slid down his cheek for the seconded time today. They hit the ground and shattered into small patterns.
“ That’s all ever do seem to do. I guess. I guess you right.”
His voice only broke once as he talked. Before he turned on his heel, taking his hand off the door and walking away slowly. He didn’t care for silence, the boards moaned under his weight as he moved. Would he runaway from his problems again? No he was not running away… he needed to numb himself. Regain his composure. He stopped at the top of the stairs. He briefly looked over his shoulder. He was able to get only two words past his lips before they started quivering.
“I’m Sorry.”
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Post by Jo on Oct 6, 2008 19:28:24 GMT
Zack had slipped out of the restaurant a while ago and was now sitting in the park, under a tree, book propped open on his lap. He was already a fair way through the lord of the rings, enjoying the peace and quiet of the park at this moment in time. Greebo was curled up next to him, for once feeling sociable as Zack absent mindedly stroked the black cat. It seemed Greebo was feeling guilty about the lack of time he had been spending with Zack so wanted to make up for it.
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Post by Will Fleet on Oct 6, 2008 19:32:45 GMT
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Will found himself, met with unfamiliar silence, he waited and waited, but everyone, everything seemed to be holding their breathe, the mouse in the alley had stopped it’s noisy scavenge through the trash, the wood didn’t creek and he didn’t hear the voices down stairs anymore, because he wasn’t focusing on them anymore. Even the restaurant, the building seemed to hold it’s breath and everything seemed simply…still. It was only when Will, after a few minutes began to feel a burning in his own chest, then realising he was holding his breath as well. Why? Was he hoping, praying? If so, what could he honestly want? For Indi to go away, to not have changed or grown up? Or not excluded him from one of the bigger points in Indi’s life, the part where he actually went from boy to teen, a big change in attitude, appearance in mental and emotional capability and now that he’d missed it, Will felt alienated. To him, missing that giant leap, Indi was a different person to him, a very very different person from the bright, blue eyed boy he’d thought of as a son, despite the little time he usually had with him. But he’d tried, and now…what was to happen? If Indi had been there, if Will had communicated and interacted with him through that change, told him the things he’d need to know, he knew he would have still been close, maybe even closer to Indi, because he would have gone through that with him, step by step, whereas Will had had to do so alone. But Indi had Kira, didn’t he? Indi hadn’t done it alone, but now, Will was clueless, how was he to act? Was this is what denial felt like? When a father refused to accept that his children were growing up? No longer the children that he was play fight with and chase about and catch them, tickle them and make them squeal in delight? He guessed, that was what it felt like, and he realised he’d felt it more than once, he was missing more and more opportunities to see the ones he considered his own brood, growing up. It was like fate, like he was never meant to see one child, grow up completely, in his care, to see each mile stone in their path to adult hood. Other than staying alive to witness it, that was all he wanted.
His ears had drooped miserably by now, he’d calmed slightly, he’d snapped at Indi, released some of the frustration pent up in his weary body. And yes, he did blame Indi for leaving, because Indi was rather stupid if he believed that none of the blame would be pinned on him, he could have refused his brother, he could have stayed, could have left a note. It was his decision, his fault. But Will couldn’t blame the boy for growing up, just for letting him miss it, for letting him worry like that. He swallowed the painful lump in his throat, he was acting childish, he knew it, but why could he? Everyone had to just wallow in self pity now and again, he heard Indi murmur something, he didn’t quite catch it, he was torn between being mad at the boy and welcoming him back, pushing him away yet bringing him close again. What was he to do?
“ That’s all ever do seem to do. I guess. I guess you right.”
He didn’t quite understand what the boy was on about it didn’t seem to link with anything previously said. And Will’s ears twitched, he was calmer now, he seemed to take longer to adjust, easier to rile, harder to calm. His body felt like it was on autopilot sometimes, like it was over worked, neglected. Sometimes, he wished someone would simply take care of him. He couldn’t smell the tear that fell to the floor, it was too small a drop, to alone to be scented even by the cheetah’s keen nose.
It was then he heard the floorboards creek once more, signalling to Will that the boy had now decided to leave him at peace, it was simply ironic, it was now that Will started to doubt himself if he wanted INdi to leave. He heard the boy’s steps deteriorating and began to realise he was running out of time, and had to make up his mind now.
The door to the bedroom opened, slowly, tentatively, and at first, it hesitated before slowly opening, not fully or wide, only enough to present the slim, athletic body of the cheetah, his eyes tired and showed the clash of emotions within him, his ears back but not in a hostile manner, he stood with one hand on the door frame as of for support, but he still stood strong, but he looked at a loss for what to do now. Standing and just watching the young boy who stood still on the top of the steps at the end of the rather short hallway. Will seemingly not about to budge from the comfort his room provided him, staring at the boy, eyes tracing him, watching him, as if trying to find a remainder of the Indi he’d once known. Now, whether Will would see this, was up to Indi’s next action. It was all up to Indi, if their relationship would ever become what it had once been before.
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Post by scenester on Oct 6, 2008 19:44:16 GMT
s i n obstacles are like wild animals. they are cowards but they will bluff you if they can. if they see you are afraid of them... they are liable to spring upon you; but if you look them squarely in the eye, they will slink out of sight.
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A sigh slipped full lips as the dark haired female weaved through the streets. She had been keeping herself locked in her room most the time. Barely seeing anyone. So naturally she was out of it. She knew pretty much little to nothing. She didn’t care about any new experiments. It was not her job to accept them or whatever. The girl had been trying desperately hard to try and be at least a tad bit ‘comfortable’ around males. She had pretty much no successful outcomes. The only people she found herself any where near comfortable with was Will who had befriended her through a sharing of pasts and had shown her kindness and the fact he would not hurt her. She had all so taken trust to the smaller males, the children she knew couldn’t hurt her but the older males who were teens and up were the ones she found herself aggressive with. That’s the thing with her. You corner her and she becomes feral. Her fear is so powerful that’s all she is able to do, that’s all she knows what to do to protect herself now that she is capable. She never wants to lose to someone again. She never wants to know when her head hits that pillow the fight begins and that she can never win.
But when some scent caught her nose it was to late. She was falling forward, tripping over something. Her current black lace dress she had on hugged her skin as the fabric was pushed against her skin when she fell. She landed pretty much in someone’s lap, face inches from the ground as her arms created a good shield. Her thoughts had taken her away again, leaving her body in this world and her mind in the next. She could feel the book in which she had all so landed on, and wait? Was there something fuzzy by her feet?
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Post by scenester on Oct 6, 2008 20:03:33 GMT
i n d i giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.
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♰ He heard it, as the door opened. His whole body locked. He didn’t know what he would see, what expression would be on his adoptive father’s face. He felt so conflicted, Indi almost wanted his heart to just stop beating so he could focus and be free of the pounding sound. For a moment confusion flickered over his composed face, his liquid ice eyes a different shade of blue then when he was younger. Yet. They held that shine. That unique glow that couldn’t never be taken from Indi. He looked at Will’s body language as he came into his view. He seem tired. How long had it been since Will had relaxed? Indi could see it, relate it. The clashing that was in both of them. The conflicting emotions that was tearing inside them. Then in one movement Indi was fully facing Will. His lips parted slightly as he seemed frozen in thought. He couldn’t find words, they wouldn’t come to him.
Indi had no time to think. His body reacted without his consent once more. And before he could even register what he was doing he was sprinting down the hall towards Will. Another tear had rolled down Indi’s cheek. He had not realized fully till now how much he absolutely missed Will. They say you don’t fully appreciate the things you have till you don’t have them. The boy locked his arms tightly around Will’s torso, his face bowed forward. Hidden under the mess of ashy blond hair. A few more salty tears spilled out of their cages and were flicked out of the eyes by his long lashes with each blink.
“ I- I’m S- sss- sorry.”
It came as a murmur with broke multiple times. Indi was scared to look up, scared to look and see what expression was now on Will’s face. He was so scared it was rejection. The boy was shaking now, his body giving off light trembles. He didn’t know really what was happening to him, was he falling apart right here? Losing it? No.. Was he healing? Was this his safe numb place? Indi could find no name for it. Was he safe again?
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Post by Jo on Oct 6, 2008 20:06:52 GMT
A light wind ruffled through Zack's soft, floppy brown hair, the young man completely engrossed in the book propped open on his lap. For once the world blocked out from his mind and even Greebo was behaving himself, which was surprising as Zack had been working hard to keep him out of Duncan's way lately and Greebo never liked being told what to do. Dark brown eyes ran across the pages of the book, lightly taking in the words that the man knew so well, the world which he could so easily lose himself in, the familiarity of the fantasy.
He had been there for a few uneventful hours now so he failed to pick up the scent of another injected in the area. Normally his nose was on high alert for Alpha Unit when he was out and about but it seemed, this time, they were going to let him be. Well, they had enough people to try and capture in L.A. compared to Chicago and other places he had escaped from where he was the only one on the run. A carefree yawn passed the man’s lips, nearly nodding off with the peaceful surroundings.
He vaguely felt the presence of someone passing by his tree but didn’t look up until he felt the presence nearing, crashing through his ‘personal bubble’, his dark brown eyes lifting from the pages of the book in time to see the dark haired teen falling through the air towards him. A yowl of alarm came from Greebo who had been curled up, fast asleep, and was now being tripped over. Somehow waking up to find a foot in your side wasn’t about to put him in a good mood, he leapt up, back arching, a hiss forcing it’s way from his curled back lips as he backed up a couple of steps, his eyes fixed on the dark haired female.
Book now completely forgotten, Zack’s hands quickly shot out, instinctively grapping her shoulders, preventing her head from bashing against the ground. He slowly stood up, pulling the girl up by the shoulders with him, gently but firmly, not wanting her to slip. Once fully stood up he let go of her shoulders, Greebo still hissing in the background. “Are you alright?” Zack asked, concern lacing his voice, which was deep and slightly rough.
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Post by Will Fleet on Oct 6, 2008 20:17:17 GMT
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Will had waited, silent, watching Indi in silence, with some form of longing to see some spark of the boy he’d known before he’d disappeared without a trace, without a scent Will could follow. As he’d tried, good lord he had tried to track the boy in fear something had happened to him. He was releaved, to see him standing there, good and well, now if only he done something Will would recognize, and action that would reassure Will that this was still Indi, not some random stranger or a mere shadow of the boy he’d once was. Unlike many, Will had remained mostly the same from when he was a child, the same eyes, same hair, same fair, porcelain skin and pale lips. He’d lost that childish innocent, the face that seemed angelic in a way, that he could do no wrong, now he’d matured, simply going from cute to handsome, and he knew, he had to accept that was what was happening to INdi as well. If he looked on the brighter side…maybe he could reconnect with Indi? Be there for him the rest of the way, and hopefully, Indi would allow Will to stay close to him.
He was growing tense and nervous, watching the boy who seemed to share his confusion, but this was in Indi’s hands, what would he do? Walk away? Talk some more to him? Well, he at first, didn’t expect to have the boy now hurtling down the corridor and throwing himself at him. But the cheetah, swift and sturdy on his feet, spread his legs a bit so he could take the impact and stop them both toppling haphazardly to the floor and as he felt the arms around the torso, his own arms wrapped around the still smaller frame. Despite him having grown up, Will could now see the very same vulnerability in Indi, sure, it wasn’t so obvious now, but everyone had that vulnerability, the older you got the better you hid it, handled it. But a little shocked at firsts Will’s embrace was loose as his mind and body tried to catch up with these spur of events and when it did, his gaze softened, and his grip tightened and he pulled Indi against him tightly, protectively, murmuring soft comfort into his ear like he’d done what seemed liked years ago, when Indi had been hurt or upset or both. Unlike Skyler, Indi had never taken up an attitude with him, and when he had, he’d at least been able to see he’d done wrong with Will had scolded him for it. Sure, it would probably be more difficult now, but he was happy to at least know Indi was safe, that this was Indi.
He gave a sigh, a hand soothingly rubbing the Jackal boy’s back with long, comforting strokes. “At least your safe” he sighed gently, “Now I can at least stop worrying” a small smile touching his lips. Be it relief or happiness he wasn’t sure, but his earlier feelings of anger and frustration had left him, or at least shunted themselves into a cupboard in his mind for later, but now he had something else to deal with, the crying child in his arms. And despite Indi growing up, Will knew he’d always view him as a child, just like any doting parent would do.
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Post by scenester on Oct 6, 2008 20:21:21 GMT
s i n obstacles are like wild animals. they are cowards but they will bluff you if they can. if they see you are afraid of them... they are liable to spring upon you; but if you look them squarely in the eye, they will slink out of sight.
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The sound of the yowl was enough to make her want to shift into the familiar and comforting form of her dingo. But she was so disoriented at the moment she couldn’t tell if this was an experiment or a human. She wouldn’t risk it. As the fuzzy thing hissed she was tempted to kick the thing but was suddenly preoccupied when she felt hands on her shoulders. They were warm and smelled strange. It was then that she realized this was a male. Her whole body went on lock down. She stiffened to an unnatural state. As she was stood up she quickly took a step back. Her body giving off light trembles. Her knees then buckled, she fell to them looking up at the male with fear shock on her face.
She wanted to shift now, it was almost a compulsion. In her dingo form she felt safer, and protected She felt like she could defend herself them. She shot a quick glance at the hissing cat and her bluish silver eyes became icy and cold as she locked a glare with the creature. She then looked back up at the male. A she was leaning away from him, as if she was appalled by him. Her ebony hair was scattered around her face as her hair had escaped the pin-up she had it in.
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