09-01-2009, 08:54 PM
Jacinthe had been listening to the strains of music as she dozed, the notes from the piano far more soothing than the droning voice of the Humans' advocate. She was rather glad to see that Mr. Temple agreed and was on her paws the instant he got up to leave. She needed no coaxing; she cared little for the troubles of humanity since she'd had very little to do with the Humans since childhood..
The question of whether or not Jacinthe would escape if the opportunity presented itself is an interesting one. On the one hand, Jacinthe was being provided all of the necessities for what was essentially no cost to herself, as well as relative freedom; her Master brought her with him practically everywhere she went and she was not required to do any chores or labor (for the most part). But on the other hand, she sometimes grew weary of her position as Mr. Temple's 'show pony.' She wanted respect, not just admiration.
The leopard padded silently along at her master's side, her eyes glistening with energy now that they had departed from that boring 'meeting'. From what Jacinthe remembered of Ruxandra (Jacinthe /had/, in fact, met the woman once or twice but had never actually spoken with her), she had never been able to decide if she liked the Vampiress...But then, how was it even fathomable that a Were could take a liking to one of her Vampiric captors? Slavery often bred a sort of underlying mistrust and even resentment in those that suffer from it..
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