oocShould we wrap this up soon? XD Sorian, Sorian, that was all Kavala wished to speak about! But Mao didn't love him, she would never love him! He was weak, no matter what the Konti said, weak, fragile, slow and bumbling. He would never love Mao, she would not let him! She wanted Navis and Navis alone, the one who connected so easily to her, who shared her passion and her lust, it was the only way it could be! So when Kavala spoke about befriending him, Mao made a face of utter disgust. She could not picture herself doing such a thing, couldn't fathom the possibility of having herself in his arms rather than in Navis' no matter the fact that they shared the same body. It just would not be the same... "I don't know." Was all she could say to the Konti. Mao truthfully didn't know how she could do what Kavala asked of her. But the kelvic was so tired of having so much attention lavished on her for so many days. She seemed to be the center of attention for quite a while, and she wished to learn more of Kavala herself. But the woman was a healer, a healer of animals and kelvics, and Mao.. She was damaged! Yes, Mao was damaged... No. No no no. She wasn't damaged, she was fine. Just fine! There was nothing wrong with her, she is as she has always been. Aggressive, a predator, a true apex predator. Even amidst the blue men and their strange rules. Kavala was a slave to them, this she could tell. Why else would she linger here? And she spoke of a bracelet, the bracelet on her arm. Mao gazed at it for a short time, before the Konti guided her toward town. She took her to a store, a clothing store, and when her pale eyes fell on the pregnant store owner, the beast in Mao wanted to spring forth and devour her right there and then. But oddly enough, it did not will itself upon the kelvic girl. She stood beside Kavala, utterly calm, and her eyes scanned the clothing lining the walls. She didn't care much for clothes, but the color blue-green always fascinated her. Almost instantaneously she gravitated toward the said colored garments, touching them with her thumb and finger, feeling the texture of the soft fabric. "This is pretty, but you don't have to do this, Kavala. I can stay in my fur..." |