04-06-2011, 01:34 AM
Amara's breath was becoming more laborious, which shocked her. As a creature made for war, she was very very athletic, and did not ware easily. In fact, she could run kilometers after kilometers and not shed a single drop of sweat or release a single pant. Now, she was struggling to draw in each breath from merely beating on the door and crying for help a time or two. She'd been this frantic before, though, so it did not make sense that such a pitiful act had created such a problem for her breathing.
Turning from the door, realizing her antics were pointless as her back pressed against the cold metal of the door. Adonis's beak was scratching at the material from the other side, and Amara's eyelids fluttered close, her face crumpling. Her head lolled on the door, her ear pressing against it as she spoke to her only family, "I hear you out there...It will all be okay. I will be fine Adonis..."
The room was lit well by the colorful hues off of the Engelon's wings, Amara's pupils dilated only from watching the energy swirl through the air. Revan was slumped in the creatures arms, and Amara was nearly furious that the creature was caring for her partner rather than herself. When she was in need of aid, he healed her. Now that he's in need of aid, she doesn't get to be the one to help? It isn't right...this should be her duty. Her eyes roved back up her-no his, it had morphed once again-eyes, and she stared at the sewn shut lids. She knew it was probably possible to cut out the string, and heal the creature's eyes, but Amara did not want the creature to have it's greatest weapon back...She knew how dangerous those creatures could be.
Her gaze rose to the light hair, nearly white, and followed the strand's flow down the face, gazing over the nose and to the...Those lips. Amara's own lips pursed as her brows furrowed, her heart leaping in her chest. Confused, Amara tore her gaze away. She could not place it, but the creature's features were so...familiar. And just looking at the creature caused Jacob's soul inside her to leap into a ferocious fit. It clawed at her mind, it's sharp teeth bared as it hissed and bit, slamming it's shoulders against her skull.
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Jacob's hand rested over his heart as he opened the heavy wooden door. She was a virgin with angelic white hair and features delicate and slim. She was average height for a female, but athletic for the village. Her hazel eyes were wide as she looked up at him in confusion, no doubt wondering if she did something wrong. She was to be married off to her neighbor later that week, and the village decided to send her to the God in the mountains to gift her with fertility and sexual prowess. It was rumored among the mortals that when a woman laid with the God in the mountains, the female boasted with fertility and sexuality, giving birth to a very healthy and strong child. A few times men had even been sent to him, and each time he sent the man back with a furious message. The mortals knew the type of women he preferred, and trying to tempt him with a male had been insulting.
His breath was labored, a dizziness swirling through his mind, intoxicating him as he swayed on his feet. Eyelashes fluttering, he watched Amara's soul inside him screeching, gripping it's head as it curled up in him. His soul laughed, but kept it's distance, pacing around her like a hunter waiting for his prey to make the game fun. It was no fun if it was given to you. But her soul remained curled up in agony, sweat drenching it.
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