Just one of those nights

[Svenya Sterling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/bg22.png,true] I'm not insane I'm not insane I feel insane It was just one of those weeks, Ya Ya had to get out of the damn state she was in and had to get herself away as far as possible, she was too close to Russia in Washington. She had to run and she had to run now, so she ran to New York, the city that never wanted its sleep apparently. She giggled lots when she found herself wondering around New York, New York, watching all the men give her looks (which she nearly took their heads off for) and all the women give her looks (which she encouraged in a way). She wondered around for a few days, exploring the city, taking in the sights and wondering more and more about these "gentleman's clubs" when there were no gentlemen around to enjoy them. All men were slime in her book, they were to never be trusted with anything, let alone a woman of any quality looks. But none the less she found herself in the red light district, looking around curiously and smirking at the inviting ladies in the windows.Before long she was in one of the large clubs, moving through the crowds that flocked to the women, back behind the unguarded stage and putting on one of the many costumes she never thought she would wear. Just as a very provocative song came on she giggled and found herself doing something she didn't think she'd do (again), she was walking out onto the stage and taking center stage, commanding all the attention in the room with her powerful presence. She of course got some cat calls as she started her dance, playing around with the pole and twisting and turning before slowly pulling off her clothing one. piece. at. a. time. She rather enjoyed being on stage, though she never did quite get fully nude, she never would do that in a million years. Well before tonight she thought she'd never be in a strip club in a million years. Just as the second song ended she was in a black and red, skimpy bikini and walking back behind stage, waving at the boys and girls out in the audience, smiling and laughing at the applause. Maybe she should do this more often? Well it certainly was liberating compared to Russia. TAGGED: NicolaWORDS: 384 OUTFIT:CLICK THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

[atrb=border,0,true] sick of feeling numb rather feel pain than nothing at all. She’d gone and done it again. One would think she’d learn her lesson the first few times, but pain was usually what led people used to learn their lessons, and that was not something that was easily done for Nicola when she couldn’t even feel the pain. This time it’d been really bad. She wasn’t aware of it, but she was seriously injured and just continued on, trying her best to evade the ambulance and the people who were calling after her, demanding that she come back to get treated. What had she done? Got hit by a car. Once again she hadn’t been paying attention to what was going on around her, and she had been struck by a vehicle. It had knocked her unconscious for a few minutes, and when she’d woken she’d found several people standing over her. They’d demanded she’d stay still in case her neck had been broken. . . . But she hadn’t listened to their warnings and merely stood up and ran for it – despite the broken hip and huge gash in her side, not to mention the bumps and bruises that covered her body from head to toe from being struck. The car hadn’t hit her hard enough to cause any fatal blows – had she remained still and let the ambulance come and get her. But as it were, all she could think was I don’t want to go to the hospital again! and had gotten up and just run for it. Several people had just stood in shock, watching her get up from terrible accident and run, but soon they got over it and gave chase, determined to find out what was going on with this girl, and of course get her the help that she needed. She was covered in blood and had left her red bag behind, but she didn’t care so long as she didn’t have to go to that damned hospital! Nicola ducked around the corner and dove into an alley, hiding in the shadows and letting her dark hair and relatively dark clothes blend her in as the small crowd of people chased after her, moving past her hiding place and onward. She sighed to herself and placed a hand over her head, taking a minute to catch her breath. When she pulled her hand away, there was blood on it. Groaning, Nicola lifted her jacket to take a look at the gash in her side, and then groaned again. “Maybe I should have gone to the hospital,” she muttered, standing up. Her hip didn’t hurt at all, and she didn’t walk with a limp, but anyone with sensitive hearing would be able to hear the two parts scraping against each other. . . . A door opened to her side, and Nicola froze, pressing herself again the wall and holding her breath, hoping not to be discovered. She didn’t know if she could any further without passing out from the lack of oxygen, so she just wanted to stay out of sight so she wouldn’t have to go to the hospital. She always ended up having to spend hours there for all the tests, and they definitely would take a lot of time with her after being hit with a car. TAG arabella WORD COUNT 546 OUTFIT here NOTES :U gasp! injuries! this was made by bird at CAUTION 2.0 !

[Svenya Sterling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/bg22.png,true] I'm not insane I'm not insane I feel insane Laughing happily to herself Ya Ya closed her eyes and left the back stage dressing room, happy to get away from all the other girls and all the men back there, hoping to keep the shoes she found. It wasn't hard to convince the people back there to let her through, she was pretty enough to convince a lot of people to do what she wanted them to do. Ah it was wonderful to be in the cool night air, everything was clear and sharp, even in the stale scent of the city. The air was crisp and clean, but something was there, warm and attractive. Just as the door opened fully, scrittching and scratching on the deck, Ya Ya was assaulted with the smell of blood, fresh and full of... something. She blinked and sniffed slightly, listening intently to the night. Breathing, hard and attempting to keep steady and calm, just like the prey. That little thing got Ya Ya going, adrenaline kicking in and making her already sharp sense even sharper. She quickly stepped out, her new stiletto boots clicking sharply, sharp enough to hurt her ears, turning a 360 and pinpointing the source of the woman's scent, for now she was sure it was a woman. She flicked her suspicions of her being dangerous away quickly, she was too harmed to do any real damage to Ya Ya, so she just clicked her way over to her, smiling and pushing back her bone white hair. "You are hurt and you need help darling," Ya Ya's voice was thick with her Russian accent, though it was warm and inviting like she would be with a pup. "Come with me dear, I will not harm you, I can hear your bones scraping inside of your leg, they hurt don't they? I can fix that." she had never turned anyone, but she had never had the stomach to think of what she had to do to turn them by herself. They would be like a puppy, they would know nothing of the world that they would be left in. But this one was different. She was going to die probably if Ya Ya didn't do anything. She was cute though, just like a puppy that needed help. And she was bleeding. But she was a human and if she was turned she'd probably be done with Ya Ya as soon as she was turned, off to help those that had hurt the others for the fun of it. Oh decisions, decisions, decisions. TAGGED: NicolaWORDS: 422 OUTFIT:CLICK THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

[atrb=border,0,true] sick of feeling numb rather feel pain than nothing at all. Nicola took one deep breath in, and then slowly let it out, doing that a few times in an attempt to stay quiet and maybe get her breathing back under control from that stupid sprinting she’d just done. She’d been so intent on escaping those people from the car crash that she hadn’t noticed where she’d wound up, not that it mattered much. . . it wasn’t like she was going to be trying to get into any of the buildings around here. She practically froze when the girl turned and spoke to her, mentioning the wounds that littered her body – from the broken hip to the gash in her side and everything in between the bruises and cuts and scrapes – and Nicola swore under breath. Just her luck. “I’m fine. I just need some stitches or something. . . I’ve got six hours before I need to. . . uhhh. . . .” she had to pause for a second as she got a little light-headed from the blood seeping from the gash in her side. The quick pumping of her heart hadn’t helped slow the bleeding, but helped it. Slowly, she slide to the ground and sat down, holding a hand to her head. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt light-headed, and though she couldn’t feel pain, light headedness didn’t have anything to do with pain. “Come with me dear, I will not harm you, I can hear your bones scraping inside of your leg, they hurt don't they? I can fix that,” the woman offered, her voice calm, warm, and quite inviting even with her accent. It wasn’t a horrible accent, but normally Russian didn’t sound so. . . nice, did it? Or was she being stereotypical? She couldn’t even tell. . . she couldn’t think straight and her hand pushed harder on the wound in her side, but her blood had already started to clot and the bleeding had slowed quite a bit since her heart had returned to resting rate. Shaking her head, Nicola pushed herself back to her feet, using her leg as if her hip wasn’t broken. It looked a little awkward, though. Her hip was broken, so it wasn’t moving the way it should, but she didn’t seem to have felt any of the pain. She didn’t wince, she didn’t grit her teeth. . . she just got up and brushed herself off. “I feel fine. It’s just a little bruise. . . what do you mean you can hear my bones?” she asked suspiciously, eyeing the woman before her while she leaned against the wall in an attempt to keep herself steady and from falling as her head started to clear itself. She’d already lost quite a bit of blood, though, and her legs were unsteady under her. When she fell down again, she decided not to get up, and just sat there. “I guess I should have let them take me,” she muttered, leaning her head against the wall. Already she’d forgotten the other lady was there. “Guess I don’t get to see twenty-one after all.” She closed her eyes for a moment, and then looked to the woman. “You. . . you should probably call an ambulance or something.” TAG arabella WORD COUNT 541 OUTFIT here NOTES :U gasp! injuries! this was made by bird at CAUTION 2.0 !

[Svenya Sterling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/bg22.png,true] I'm not insane I'm not insane I feel insane Aw, how cute. She froze up just like a little rabbit would if it were caught by a fox like Ya Ya. She pushed back her snowy hair and looked the girl in the eyes, she seemed to be going on about not wanting to, she just needed a few stitches, it was just a bruise that needed healing. Ya Ya just watched her, icy blue eyes flickering and watching curiously. "I feel fine. It’s just a little bruise. . . what do you mean you can hear my bones?” that little comment made Ya Ya giggle a little bit, she forgot how deaf humans were."I can hear your broken hip scraping back and forth against itself when you move. It comes with being what I am, what I can make you so you don't ever have to deal with that again." she smiled gently, reaching out and brushing back the girl's hair out of her face. She was the complete opposite of Ya Ya, dark and nicely shaped with long dark hair. She was pretty enough to keep Ya Ya's attention. She fell the second time and didn't attempt to stand again, she just sat there like a little rag doll, making her think she was hurt just as much as she thought she was before. “Guess I don’t get to see twenty-one after all.” that almost made Ya Ya giggle, who wouldn't make it to 21 if they're healthy like this girl? It must've been something she didn't see or smell. But she was in trouble and she wouldn't want to waste such beauty, she would be cute and fun to play with if Ya Ya ever felt like teaching her about the breeding seasons or not. Brushing that thought away Ya Ya listened to her and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "Come now darling, I don't need any human help to heal you. Just relax." She smiled impishly and pulled a knife out of her purse, she always had one just because she wanted to feel like she could do something to anyone with out her claws if she needed to. Slowly she drew the blade to her palm then gashed her hand so it was bleeding well enough to give the girl a good amount of what would soon turn her. Quickly she pulled the girls shirt up above her gash and just as quickly she pressed her bloody palm to the woman's cut, mingling her blood with the girl's. "Tell me your name since you're going to be turned by me," she said lightly, putting her lips by the woman's ears, whispering softly and smirking. She was born a werefox so she never knew what it would be like to be turned. She was told before by others that it hurt like a bitch. TAGGED:Nicola WORDS:471 OUTFIT:CLICK THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

[atrb=border,0,true] sick of feeling numb rather feel pain than nothing at all. Eyes widening, Nicola looked down at her hip and stared at it for several seconds, looking genuinely surprised by the fact that it was broken. When it set in, disdain followed and she let out an annoyed sigh. “It’s broken? Are you being serious, lady? If you’re on some sort of drug I’d like to know that, please. . . just. . . ah. . . call an ambulance if it isn’t still around the corner.” She really just didn’t want to deal with this at all, and she wished that she had been paying better attention. The comment about “what I am” set Nicola off a little bit, however. What she was? Nicola fell silent as she thought that through for a moment. She could hear Nicola’s bone scraping. . . she must have been either a vampire or one of those shape shifters. Nicola had only seen a few vampires, and she wasn’t really sure if that was what she was. Things would just have to play out to see where this was going, but she looked at the girl as if she was crazy – and she might not have been that far off. Suddenly, the girl pulled out a knife and Nicola looked at it appraisingly and then glared at the girl, pressing herself against the wall further. What was this lady going to do now? Stab her? Just great. That was all she needed. . . another injury that she wouldn’t know the extent of. Could you die from a stab wound? People did all the time on the television and in all the movies. . . was it because they into shock from the pain? Did that mean that she would survive a stabbing? Well she’d rather not find out at all. . . her parents would already freak out enough if when she came home looking the way she did. The woman didn’t attack her, though. She simply slit her hand and then turned her attention back to her. At this point in time, Nicola thought for sure she was insane. Or high or something. What she wasn’t okay with, though, was the chick just outright pulling her shirt up. “Oh hey woah! No one said you could touch me lady! You’re gonna give me like AIDS or something!” she spat, lifting her hands before attempting to shove the girl away. She seemed to be rooted firmly to the spot though, and had she been able to feel cold, she might have shivered at the coldness of her hands – or not, if the woman’s hands were warm due to the fact that she was a were (still unbeknownst to Nicola). “Turned? By you? What do you mean!” she demanded, squirming under the other woman’s touch. She stopped, however, when she remembered Elric’s statement. . . that being turned wouldn’t fix her problem, but it would make it easier on her. Healing would come easier. Her immune system would help with the infections. . . she wouldn’t have to worry anymore. “Nicola,” she responded. “Don’t you have to. Like. Bite me or something, too?” TAG arabella WORD COUNT 519 OUTFIT here NOTES lol she's all like confused and stuff. this was made by bird at CAUTION 2.0 !

[Svenya Sterling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/bg22.png,true] I'm not insane I'm not insane I feel insane It’s broken? Are you being serious, lady? If you’re on some sort of drug I’d like to know that, please. . . just. . . ah. . . call an ambulance if it isn’t still around the corner. Ya Ya looked at the girl and rose a brow, how could she not know about that ear screetching annoyance that was her broken hip."Darling, you have a broken bone, it hurts my ears to listen to it. I mean, you can't be that deaf can you? I wouldn't know since I've never been... human enough to not hear little things like that" She smirked at her, feeling her blood flow from that little cut into the girl's body through her own wound. The pain was delicious, she needed some sort of escape tonight anyways. The girl seemed a bit... scared, something Ya Ya thought most humans wouldn't be if they were offered a chance to be like her, immortal and powerful. Ya Ya watched the woman's eyes go from curious to a "What The HELL" kind of look. She was an interesting one to say the least. Maybe Ya Ya would keep her around for a while to show her the ropes. But then again she would probably turn on her just like that fucker that left her for her mother, the back stabbing bitch that she was. 'Enough of the past Ya Ya.' she mentally growled at herself, making sure none of her thoughts slipped out through her eyes. Just as she slipped up the woman's shirt to press her bloody palm to her wound she heard her say something, it was far off, like how someone sounds at the end of a tunnel or something. But Ya Ya didn't really care, she just focused on the pain of her wound, listening to her hard enough to hear that her name was Nicola.She put her forehead on Nicola's shoulder, closing her dark stormy eyes and allowing herself to heal quickly. She opened her eyes and laughed at the biting remark. "Not really, but I could if you'd like" she didn't mean anything that was kinky, but what the hell, why not? Might as well have fun with the timid little pup. TAGGED:Nicola WORDS:371 OUTFIT:CLICK THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

[atrb=border,0,true] sick of feeling numb rather feel pain than nothing at all. The lady leaned her head on Nicola’s shoulder and Nicola merely leaned away, gritting her teeth and making a little noise. “Lady has anyone ever told you you’re really weird?” she couldn’t help but voice. “I like my personal space, I’ll have you know.” This lady was waaaay too far into her bubble and all Nicola wanted was for her to do what she needed to do, and then get away. . . she had already invaded poor Nicola’s space, and now she was touching her with barely any permission at all and was getting a little too cozy with her. She didn’t even know the woman’s name yet. She didn’t know if the woman was trying to be dirty, but Nicola decided to ignore the innuendo and just speak literally. “I was just wondering because that’s what vampires do and stuff,” she muttered with a roll of her eyes. Nicola was seriously starting to get uncomfortable with this lady hanging on her and she started to squirm. “If you’re waiting for something. . . I can’t promise you’re going to get it. I can’t feel anything so any physical clues are out the window. Why do you think I didn’t know my hip was broken?” She just thought she’d let the woman know that pain wasn’t going to happen for Nicola. . . it was impossible. “So what exactly are you anyway?” she asked, deciding that it would probably be a good idea to figure out what exactly what she was going to be turned into. . . . “And what’s your name? I told you mine. . . . Geez do all immortals have bad manners. . . .” TAG arabella WORD COUNT 281 OUTFIT here NOTES she's a tad bit irritated. XD Sorry for the lame post. this was made by bird at CAUTION 2.0 !

[Svenya Sterling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/bg22.png,true] I'm not insane I'm not insane I feel insane Ya Ya closed her eyes and focused on listening to her new little experiment, Nicola. She had a pretty voice but pretty wasn't all Ya Ya was looking for really. She needed to have someone help establish her pack. she smirked and giggled lightly at the comment that she liked her personal space. "Darling, where I come from personal space is nearly non existent. You will need to learn your place if you are going to be part of something you will learn about. There are alphas and there are non alphas. You aren't an alpha yet but I can teach you." she bit her lip lightly and pulled her hand away from the wound, the pup had enough blood for her to change soon. It should happen tonight from what Ya Ya heard from others. “I was just wondering because that’s what vampires do and stuff,” Vampires, the dirty rotten dead things that they were. They disgusted Ya Ya like no other. "Vampires are dead, what we are live, breath, breed, and eat just like any other animal," pulling back her eyes were completely dilated, the color of the dusk sky, blue but fading into black. "You will change into what I am soon so physical clues are all we have for now until you learn how to act as we are. I knew your hip was broken because I can hear the infernal thing scraping in your flesh, it hurts my ears. You'll understand soon," Pushing back her white hair Ya Ya played with her labret piercing, looking at the girl she was turning, wondering exactly what was happening with the blood, the infection, that she gave her. She wouldn't feel the pain, Ya Ya guessed, but she would definitely notice becoming a fox. Then she gave off some rude comment, making Ya Ya snarl lightly before pushing her against the wall, her nails now sharp claws and her K9s elongated into fangs. "I am a were-fox, your alpha and your creator. You will learn well to show respect to me. I can take away what I have given you and I doubt you'd like your new life to be taken away from you. As for my name you may call me Ya Ya. I will be teaching you about the world you are about to enter, it is a LOT more complicated then the world of mortals." She was not in the mood to deal with any lip tonight, she was going to beat the sense of submission to an alpha into the pup one way or another. "You are the first of my new pack, be glad I found you when I did or you probably would have had a lot worse happening to you." withdrawing and sitting down on the steps she had come down before this. She watched her new companion, feeling she was in for more than she bargained for originally. TAGGED:Nicola WORDS:488 OUTFIT:CLICK THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

you're sick of feeling numb

i'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Nicola was a bit taken aback by the girl’s sudden attitude, but otherwise she seemed rather unfazed. The threat of violence never really worked on Nicola because she couldn’t feel pain, so sitting there and yelling at her was just as effective as smacking her—not very effective at all. The dark-haired girl just rolled her eyes at the. . . were-fox. “Ya Ya? So long as you don’t call me No No,” she retorted sarcastically and under her breath. The fox could probably hear her, but it didn’t much matter to Nicola.

“Okay, and let me tell you, I know all about this ‘complicated world’ of yours, alright? I’ve been kidnapped by a vampire and held hostage for several weeks, I’ve escorted one to a party, I was rescued by a huge were-bear who, might I add, showed me his form later that day, so I am absolutely not a stranger to this world,” she shot back at her, not one to just back down when someone was in her business.

Inside her the transformation was taking place, slowly but surely, and it probably should have hurt, but all Nicola felt was an odd tingling in her gut that reverberated through her entire being. Slowly her wounds were healing themselves as well, but the broken hip would still take a few days to mend probably, if it healed right at all—chances were she would move around quite a bit, and that wasn’t exactly the best thing for a broken bone.

Her gaze never wavered. Learn her place? She was part of this girl’s pack now? God it was like being kidnapped by that vampire all over again! “Lady the worst thing that could happen to me is dying, and at this point in my life I probably would have welcomed it. You’ve made my life a hell of a lot easier, yes, but you didn’t save me from anything horrible,” she scoffed, leaning back against the wall and looking up at the night sky. She should have just stayed home tonight.

Notes: this kittens got claws. :U

[Svenya Sterling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/bg22.png,true] I'm not insane I'm not insane I feel insane Ya Ya smirked lightly, this girl had a back bone, about damn time she met a young one like her. She gave no sign of being scared, but Ya Ya didn't particularly care. She was having her catharsis she badly needed and she wanted to punch a wall or go hunting. She heard the young girl give a smart ass comment but didn't particularly care about punishing her for that, if she was going to be her beta then she was going to have to work with what she had. And if Ya Ya died then she would have to deal with Nicola taking over her pack. ' Then she gave off a small monologue about being taken by a vampire vermin and then being rescued by a bear. Bears were different than foxes, they were solitary and they only did most things when they were either hungry or really motivated by some strong emotion. Maybe the bear loved her? Who knew, who cared? Ya Ya smirked and listened, watching her through slitted eyes and pushing back her hair, it was getting annoying, she would have to cut it again. Well that wouldn't matter any ways, it would just grow back within the day. Ya Ya gave a small laugh and shook her head lightly, smirking at her and leaning forward so she could just barely brush her hair out of her eyes. "Lady the worst thing that could happen to me is dying, and at this point in my life I probably would have welcomed it." She sounded just like Ya Ya did when she was spurned by the one man she loved. Well they would get along somewhat then. "But you didn’t save me from anything horrible" At this Ya Ya laughed even more, holding her sides and smirking at her. "Do you know how long an immortal's memory lasts? I've been through a lot child and I doubt you'd know how many details I remember from the experiences. And when a child is born into this world, whether by siring or by birth the parent is responsible for the child. We are supposed to teach you how to act, how to behave, position yourself, speak, everything. And since I'm starting a pack here and you were weak and young I decided to make you my child. And there are other ways of punishing you when there be need, but then again I could just allow you to go out there and allow you to act as if nothings wrong and then let you destroy yourself when you kept your beast in. That fox gets us all, you know. and it hurts when you don't hunt. In fact I think I'll take you hunting tonight, I'm hungry any ways and you need to learn what its like to feel that thrill." She looked down at her nails, examining them and pushing them back so they were just her normal round human nails now. She didn't feel like hurting too many when she was a human for now. TAGGED: NicolaWORDS:509 OUTFIT:CLICK THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

you're sick of feeling numb

i'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

This lady just didn’t seem to get it. Her own monologue had been scanted and seemingly random, going from one topic to the other without a single scent of continuity. Well, everyone was entitled to their random rants, she supposed, but this “fox” was trying to make a point, wasn’t she? It was completely lost on the pell-mell approach to her own little speech.

And she continued on with the pain references. Nicola knew when she was hungry, yes, and she acted on that, but it didn’t hurt. It was always more of a gentle tingling and pressure on her stomach. . . an emptiness that gnawed at her until she decided to eat. It never hurt, though. She didn’t know what kind of “pain” the girl meant when she spoke about not hunting, but Nicola could only speak from experience; she couldn’t feel pain, so this kind of pain she could only guess she was not going to feel as well. Cold, heat, none of it she felt. This was why she was only quoted to live until she reached twenty-one years old. If she didn’t sustain a wound that killed her, the infection from an untreated cut would.

Nicola leaned forward and narrowed her eyes. This girl didn’t really scare her. “Why don’t you understand this? I. Can’t. Feel. Pain!” she replied. She had to get her point to this woman across somehow! The platinum blonde seemed incredibly dense to the younger woman. Something needed to be done to get her attention.

To make her point, Nicola swung her arm around and slammed the side of her hand against the brick wall she was leaning against. She hit the wall hard enough to fracture her pinky, but she didn’t flinch or cry out. She just pulled her hand away and held it out the other girl. Already it had started to swell as the blood responded to the broken part. The pain receptors might not be reacting, but that just meant her mind didn’t know she was hurt. . . her body still did. “See? Absolutely nothing.”

summary: she broke her hand to prove a point. >>

[Svenya Sterling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/bg22.png,true] I'm not insane I'm not insane I feel insane The little one though she didn't get it did she? Ya Ya looked at her and rose a brow, watching her hand swell up like a little balloon from breaking it. She yawned lightly and sighed gently. "I understand what you're saying perfectly. You don't feel pain, oh well. We all don't feel pain in one way or another, yours is just physical pain you don't feel." she gave another yawn yet again before getting up and smoothing down her outfit. "The pain I was referring to is a bit more... animalistic, than that." she said and pushed her bangs back, her voice was different from the warm laughing voice it had been before. It had an edge that wasn't there before, but it was still smooth, a velvet covered knife. Looking Nicola in the eye, Ya Ya allowed her eyes to change into the yellow slits that they usually were when she was a fox. "Hunting is an essential part of a weres life, have you hunted before?" she said as she grabbed the girls hand and holding it tight as she brought it down. "Its far worse than pain to not hunt," She allowed herself a smile that was aching to get out, the crazy one that just made Svenya giggle to no ends when she saw it. She allowed her claws to lengthen yet again to a needle like sharpness. "You know it's actually not that bad being a were in a pack with a mother like me. Of course I use that term loosely, mother, I have no clue what to do with a pup as young as you. Of course I'm not an ancient like others around here, but I'm old enough to know my way around." she sighed lightly and looked up at the young changling. "Being a were means you must have some protection and since you're not old enough to fend for yourself you'll be in my pack. Otherwise I'd let you go off by yourself. Am I making any sense to you yet?" she asked and sighed lightly, leaning against the wall and diminishing her smile, she wasn't in the mood for this any more. She was hungry and she was impatiently waiting for the young one to turn for her first time. "If you have any questions you might as well ask them now before I lose my patience," TAGGED: NicolaWORDS:399 OUTFIT:CLICK THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.