Post by lance on Sept 18, 2006 9:29:39 GMT -5
Lance had learned not to take any appearances for granted. It wasn't so long ago that he had been a child, and whatever stood before him was not, in the conventional sense, a child. Bloodlust wasn't part of the precociousness usually associated with youth, nor sadism, and he was keenly familiar with both.
Shifting his weight from foot-to-foot.. watching Gracia lead away. He didn't have time for "games" right now, and he had business elsewhere. With a final taunting smile to the girl with the bear, a humorless smile accompanied wile a malice-filled glare, he stepped into a shadow and all but vanished from sight. The bag, of course, went with him.
Shifting his weight from foot-to-foot.. watching Gracia lead away. He didn't have time for "games" right now, and he had business elsewhere. With a final taunting smile to the girl with the bear, a humorless smile accompanied wile a malice-filled glare, he stepped into a shadow and all but vanished from sight. The bag, of course, went with him.
|Lashes tightened as the smile slowly died from her lips as she watched the man disappear. Chin tucking down as the closely cropped curls against her head bounced with the movement. Rebuke-filled gaze watched the man's retreat and that lovely bag. The words of Gracia still lingered within her mind and soon her small chin tilted back and lids lowered as she begin to sniff as if to smell. A small movement as she swayed unnaturally. Small scuffing sounds as the child abomination begin to skip with Alex the bear in tow bouncing against her legs with each jerk she gave to him. The devil minx was off to find someone with which to sink her teeth into. Yet, she always circle back to come back to Gracia. The child had not survived all these years for nothing. The humming of the child tones drifted out past small pale lips as she skipped around Gracia.|: