(ooc: This is fun!
Dementa: *whimper*)
Dementa felt her heart literally jump into her throat. She knew what that feeling was now...and it terrified her. Not for over 300 years had she felt it...with the one drakkic that didn't shun her for her appearance. But he was dead now...killed by the same ones that slaughtered the rest of her people.
She felt her legs starting to shake as she fought it.
No no! she thought franatically, I don't want to go through that kind of pain again...
After a long anaongizing moment she managed to get herself back under control and she looked up boldly at this slig hybrid.
"Dementa." she said, "And I am no experiment of the Vykkers...I am a drakkic that has been cursed by a dark sorcerous(sp). I am the last of my kind...save for Spider and I have fought against the Cartel ever since!"
She tensed up, not knowing how this 'Hunter' will react to her words.
"Try to do as you wish to me!" she growled...though her threat felt very false to her, "You will only feel pain. If you did manage to due me in I would come back...as death is beyond me."
Another lightning flash, one that showed her own features to him. Her light blue to dark blue to purple skin clearly showing and her violet eyes glaring. Her tail flicked as she readied her self for whatever Hunter may try.
But a part of her was fighting her agression, fighting to get her to accept one of the most basic of instincts. She had to both fight that and keep a brave face on.
As much as I want it... she thought, I cannot allow myself to fall for it...I don't want us to suffer the fact we could never truely share our feelings...
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