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Date Posted: 13:22:20 04/10/02 Wed
Author: Zaniel
Subject: She screams
In reply to: Sathran 's message, "Blinks.." on 13:04:17 04/10/02 Wed

((Of course not. But just to let you in on her story, she was a slave and was raped a lot, so she is very scared of any male. Not that she hates them, she only hates the ones who did the stuff to her, She just doesn't trust them and and is a bit -jumpy- around them.. :D))

She scrambles backwards, her gold ears flat against her head in true, honest fear. Her silver-blue eyes wide she stares at him, her chest heaving and says in a low, terrified voice "Don't you ever touch me!" Her back is pressed against the wall and her face is clearly filled with panic. Images of past encounters appear before her eyes, blocking out reality. Groaning with pain and horror she curls up into a tight ball and whimpers quietly, trying hard to banish the images, but not succeeding. They press nearer, and flicker before her like a play. One scene after another....except this is no play. In this moment the other Qynes are forgotten, on her mind is just the horrible scenes flashing before. She whimpers again, and tears start to stream down her face, sorrow over her past and what she lost long ago, and the painful memories never to be forgotten. Innocence was something she didn't have...but wished she did. Curled in her little ball, she doesn't notice anyone else, but the chirr is not forgotten. Inwardly she cries out to the femme, and draws strength from the fact that she is near. Her fighting spirit and courage, bravery and other virtues return to her, helping to get her through this moment, as she had had to before. She just wished she wasn't so alone...

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He sighs. -- Sathran, 13:27:20 04/10/02 Wed
- Sigh -- Zaniel, 13:43:00 04/10/02 Wed
  - Smiles slightly -- Sathran, 13:48:34 04/10/02 Wed
    - Nods -- Zaniel, 14:01:45 04/10/02 Wed
      - Smiles a bit more warmly -- Sathran, 14:06:12 04/10/02 Wed
        She eyes him warily -- Zaniel, 14:21:35 04/10/02 Wed
        Blinks.. -- Sathran, 14:26:40 04/10/02 Wed
        Ohhh -- Zaniel, 14:34:33 04/10/02 Wed
        Looks delighted. -- Sathran, 14:37:52 04/10/02 Wed
        She shrugs -- Zaniel, 14:48:04 04/10/02 Wed
        Oddly.. He frowns. -- Sathran, 14:52:51 04/10/02 Wed
        She sighs, content -- Zaniel, 15:07:06 04/10/02 Wed
        Smiles, and nods. -- Sathran, 15:12:53 04/10/02 Wed
        She nods -- Zaniel, 15:27:44 04/10/02 Wed
        He smiles in relief -- Sathran, 15:31:38 04/10/02 Wed
        [-eeps-] -- Sathran, 15:33:24 04/10/02 Wed