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Post by Pebble on Aug 23, 2017 23:55:26 GMT
Alula's eyes were wide as she crouched, holding her head in her hands. The closet door behind her hid her, put her into darkness. Just like she had done to try to escape him. It never worked, of course. He always found her. But she tried, she tried so hard to escape. Shudders riveted all through out her suddenly much smaller frame, whimpers erupting from her as tears created rivers down her face. She closed her eyes, clenching her jaw and remembering. She didn't want to. But Zabwhateverhisface was doing this. He was feeding her lies, handing her past on a silver platter. She couldn't tell right from wrong and didn't trust anybody. It wasn't like the first day she had shown up here. No. It was a full on "trust no one" situation. She called Dean by his actual name, unable to recall if he was really her father or not. Any time Benedict brushed against her she would flinch and move away. This was the third time today she had hid herself in the closet to have a panic attack. She just wanted this nightmare to end.
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Post by Timur on Sept 3, 2017 4:54:15 GMT
Benedict was confused.
He knew a bad archangel dude had come and did something. Something bad, enough to make Lu scream. He knew he had vanished the dude, and he was gone. For now a time least. And know something was horribly wrong. He was concerned for her. She was scared, terrified. Her actions, her words, everything. She smelled scared. Benny didn't recall ever smelling that much fear scent, much less from one individual. What had that bad guy done? Why did she seem scared of him? He wouldn't ever hurt her, surely she knew that?
In his dogon form, the male would walk over to the closet door, laying down with a small whimper. Why was she acting this way? Had he done something wrong? At least here, he could guard the door in case the bad guy came back. He rested his chin on his paws, hiding the claws under his fur, mind wondering what in the world was going on. Ok he wasn't really focused on the whole guarding thing, but the idea was floating in the back of his mind. He could hear her whimpering and crying, making all sorts of noises he never wanted to hear. Bad noises. Was it because of him? Did he do something wrong? Benedict let out a long sigh, deciding to stay there until she came out. Maybe then he could be of help.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 3, 2017 18:51:12 GMT
She grimaced at the sound of a heavy body leaning against the closet and shied away so her back was against the wall. Her green eyes were wild, full of sheer panic as she peered between the cracks of the closet door and noticed the tan hide of a large animal. What was it? She hadn't ever seen an animal so large, not even a dog. Her pupils dilated as she ceased all noise, holding her breath in fear. She wasn't able to identify Benedict now, wasn't able to see it was her best friend, her boyfriend for so long. Heck, she was loosing that Alula spark, that spark of being brave. She shuddered, nails digging into her skin as she held herself. She was trapped now.
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