Aneka was mad. It wasn't the kind of mad that you get when, for
example, you brother or somebody ate the last cookie. It was the
kind of mad that you got when the life of a loved one was threatened.
And the lives of Newcastle and Rogue had been threatened.
They had to get to Dana''s Fox, regardless of how their people
were. Aneka and Newcastle could make a fairly large distraction
while Rogue went in and stole food, weapons, utilities, and clothes.
Rogue the DragonRider needed new clothes, and badly. They were
heading toward cold country, and she needed warm clothes.
And Aneka would let nothing ever again hurt one over her friends.
Never. Her eyes glowed an ominous green with that promise.
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Jean had caught wind of the mysterious 'DragonRider'. She was
putting together the pieces of the girl's appearance. Her large
green eyes got wide as she realized who DragonRider was, then darkened
with anger.
"So, the little slave thought she could get away and have a
dragon to protect her, hmm? Well, I've got news for her. I
have two strong, brave men who will do anything to win my
heart. Oh yes, has she ever got a surprise coming." Jean's
voice got hard as steel and twice as cold.
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Logan had come to the castle earlier, intending to see Jean.
He could swear that he had fallen for her. He was starting
to think of flowers and jewelry, just for Jean. Logan was
walking on clouds when he caught a sniff of something in air.
It was a nice scent, definatly feminine. It wasn't Jean's;
she smelt of pampering and perfume and dasies. This was
a stronger smell. It was sweat and pain and roses and sun and
blood and everything he had ever dreamed of all rolled into one.
While it was strong, creeping into his nose and brain even while
he tried to block it out, it was also faint, like the owner of the smell
had left a long time ago. Or very a very short time ago and someone
had scraped her scent off the walls and floor.
Logan was still contemplating the scent and who it might of belonged
to when Jean came walking through the garden. She very gently called
out "Logan?"
He started quickly, turning and growling at the unkown person. Jean
looked taken aback and he sighed. "Jean, darlin', was there something
you wanted to talk to me about?"
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example, you brother or somebody ate the last cookie. It was the
kind of mad that you got when the life of a loved one was threatened.
And the lives of Newcastle and Rogue had been threatened.
They had to get to Dana''s Fox, regardless of how their people
were. Aneka and Newcastle could make a fairly large distraction
while Rogue went in and stole food, weapons, utilities, and clothes.
Rogue the DragonRider needed new clothes, and badly. They were
heading toward cold country, and she needed warm clothes.
And Aneka would let nothing ever again hurt one over her friends.
Never. Her eyes glowed an ominous green with that promise.
~~~³³³~~~~
Jean had caught wind of the mysterious 'DragonRider'. She was
putting together the pieces of the girl's appearance. Her large
green eyes got wide as she realized who DragonRider was, then darkened
with anger.
"So, the little slave thought she could get away and have a
dragon to protect her, hmm? Well, I've got news for her. I
have two strong, brave men who will do anything to win my
heart. Oh yes, has she ever got a surprise coming." Jean's
voice got hard as steel and twice as cold.
~~~³³³~~~
Logan had come to the castle earlier, intending to see Jean.
He could swear that he had fallen for her. He was starting
to think of flowers and jewelry, just for Jean. Logan was
walking on clouds when he caught a sniff of something in air.
It was a nice scent, definatly feminine. It wasn't Jean's;
she smelt of pampering and perfume and dasies. This was
a stronger smell. It was sweat and pain and roses and sun and
blood and everything he had ever dreamed of all rolled into one.
While it was strong, creeping into his nose and brain even while
he tried to block it out, it was also faint, like the owner of the smell
had left a long time ago. Or very a very short time ago and someone
had scraped her scent off the walls and floor.
Logan was still contemplating the scent and who it might of belonged
to when Jean came walking through the garden. She very gently called
out "Logan?"
He started quickly, turning and growling at the unkown person. Jean
looked taken aback and he sighed. "Jean, darlin', was there something
you wanted to talk to me about?"
~~~³³³~~~