10.Mar.13, 08:31 AM
Indivara was confused, and confusion was one of the easiest ways to make the already unreasonable young woman even more unreasonable. Standing with her back to Valerian, Indivara trembled in rage – at him, at his words, at the situation, at her reaction and at her own confusion. It rolled off her in waves, building up until just moments later, Indivara would have been incredibly hard pressed to recall what had set her off; what it was that had sparked that intense emotion and where exactly it should be aimed. Unfortunately for Valerian, he was the most obvious target, and as Indivara trembled, she visibly fought the desire to stamp back and throttle him.
As a result, his speaking out caused the poor child more confusion (did he have a death wish?!) and she spun around with a snarl, eyes narrowed angrily as she glared at him in disgust. Want him?! Why in Great Faranth’s name, would he think she wanted him?! Indivara didn’t want anyone! Especially not people who didn’t want her! “I am not,” Indivara spoke slowly, her voice a soft and poisonous whisper as she stalked several steps closer to the young man on the bed, her tiny height possibly appearing imposing as she glared down at him, “a pity case.” The last three words were spat out with vile disgust, the girl’s lip curling.
First he was saying he wouldn’t have touched her bar for Veeth’s insatiable lust, and the next he was offering to fuck her any time his overly horny dragon failed in flight, which was far more regularly than he won! As far as Indivara could see (which wasn’t far past the end of her own nose, in such situations) the only reason someone would so rapidly change their mind was out of pity. Pity for the poor scarred girl who couldn’t get a good lay. Pity for the poor scarred girl! Angry tears stark in Indivara’s vividly blue eyes, the girl gave a screech of rage and lashed out viciously, forgetting to cling to her sheets she was uncaring where she struck Valerian, only caring that she did.
As a result, his speaking out caused the poor child more confusion (did he have a death wish?!) and she spun around with a snarl, eyes narrowed angrily as she glared at him in disgust. Want him?! Why in Great Faranth’s name, would he think she wanted him?! Indivara didn’t want anyone! Especially not people who didn’t want her! “I am not,” Indivara spoke slowly, her voice a soft and poisonous whisper as she stalked several steps closer to the young man on the bed, her tiny height possibly appearing imposing as she glared down at him, “a pity case.” The last three words were spat out with vile disgust, the girl’s lip curling.
First he was saying he wouldn’t have touched her bar for Veeth’s insatiable lust, and the next he was offering to fuck her any time his overly horny dragon failed in flight, which was far more regularly than he won! As far as Indivara could see (which wasn’t far past the end of her own nose, in such situations) the only reason someone would so rapidly change their mind was out of pity. Pity for the poor scarred girl who couldn’t get a good lay. Pity for the poor scarred girl! Angry tears stark in Indivara’s vividly blue eyes, the girl gave a screech of rage and lashed out viciously, forgetting to cling to her sheets she was uncaring where she struck Valerian, only caring that she did.