06-27-2012, 09:46 PM
Isaiah was jerked awake as he heard something crash to the floor. He jumped, stormy eyes, which were now human and quite unintimidating, open wide as he wrenched the blanket up to cover his bottom half. His hair whipped around his face as he turned to stare down the intruder. Eyebrows now furrowed darkly, he hunched over and glared at Alexander, unable to find words as his pulse, sent into hyper drive by the sudden awakening, began to slow. His nostrils twitched as he sat up and pulled the blanket around him completely.
“You could knock you know.” Isaiah’s voice was much quieter now, and had lost its powerful edge. The underlying soothing quality remained, however, and was much more prevalent in this form. “I can’t be big and scary all the time…not when I need to heal. If you could stop gawking for a minute…” Isaiah recognized the look on Alexander’s face; it was one of sadness and remembering. Feeling a little bad for the man, Isaiah allowed his natural aura to expand, filling the room with soft warmth and a gentle scent of crushed pine needles. “Can I help you…Alexander?”
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