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Post by cloud on Jun 17, 2008 22:54:18 GMT -5
The pregnancy test thingamabobber shook in Alana's trembling hands. Tears filled her eyes. How the heck could she have done something this stupid now?! Saylo, for whatever reason, had taken an extra week to recover, and during of which, she had just made the biggest mistake in her life. Alana felt like one of those school girl wh*res. The gorgeous dingo dropped the test thing and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was tied back as usual, and she was clad in a pair of sweatpants and a blue tank top that showed a her waist and stomach. (Just some relaxing clothes for around the house). She'd never go into public like that.
Eventually, Alana walked out of her bathroom, the dingo holding herself, feeling sick. I-I'm so stupid. did he get me drunk last week, or what? How could I do this? He doesn't care about me...does he? W-Well...maybe he does...
Sighing, the dingo walked back to where Saylo had been generally sleeping: the couch. Kneeling down on the ground, and lightly poking his leg, she sniffled.
" S-Saylo..."
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jun 17, 2008 23:03:13 GMT -5
The dark cat, clad in his own pair of sweats and no shirt, groaned and streched to life again at her prod. He'd been enjoying his time as a bum, and surprisingly, he'd yet to grow restless. Usually he couldn't even keep still long enough to heal, but he'd barely even left the house other than, occasionally going out to help Alana. It was more out of boredum than anything else, but he really didn't mind helping her as much as he pretended to.
His right eye opened to a drousy slit, the patch of green glimmering against his piercing blue hues, "Yes, oh sweet Alana?"
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Post by cloud on Jun 17, 2008 23:14:33 GMT -5
Alana flushed a bit, her beautiful beauties filled with liquid, only for the tears to stroll down her face each time she blinked. It was words like those that made her think maybe, just maybe he did care. Swallowing hard, she gave a small smile.
" Heh, cute Saylo," She said, only to stand up and gain her distance. She knew what could happen if he got angry...
" So yeah Saylo, its gonna be a fun day. Eheh. I'll be working in the fields again but afterwards, since it's a nice day....oh crap...I'm rambling..." She stammered nervously, realizing whatever she was saying made no sense.
Oh...just tell him...
" Okay, sorry...I'm nervous cause..." She hesitated, tears strolling again," I'm pregnant Saylo... its....its...yours...."
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jun 17, 2008 23:50:44 GMT -5
Saylo watched her with lidded eyes, slightly annoyed that she'd woken him up. But he noticed her tears and that tone in her trembling voice, the one that tried to sooth the bad things that happened, or at least cover them up.
His ears lifted and he watched her more attentivly because of her obvious distress, but as she began to back away, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What did you do?" Were his imediate thoughts, and his expression didn't change as she began to "ramble" about how wonderful the day was going to be and something about afterwards. It was a cover up, Saylo wasn't stupid, but nothing could prepare him for what she'd say next...
"I'm pregnant Saylo... its....its...yours...."
Denial. It was the first regonizable emotion that took charge alongside shock. And for a moment he just stared at her, waiting for her to say "Just kidding!" then tell him what was really wrong. But those words never came...
An otherworldly darkness slowly faded into Saylo's piercing hues, they never strayed from hers. It was a darkness that Alana had never before witnessed in him, one that hadn't been been witnessed in a very long time. It wasn't his, it couldn't be. Outwardly, an eerie, grave-like calmness had gripped the Prince with no sign of a lit fuse that would soon shatter that much-desired peace, but Alana would know better. Inside it was much the different story, the bomb had already gone off, and Saylo was struggling, struggling to keep the chaos from spreading.
"You're...what?"
It...it just wasn't possible! It wasn't his! Saylo had too much to accomplish without a little sticky-fingered brat clinging to his ankle every step. He had too much riding on a solo run! This would be used against him, Saylo knew that for certain. His enemies would jump all over this like...no, no it just wasn't happening. Saylo was going to walk out that door and pretend like nothing had ever happened...but something had.
"Are you going to run then, you pitiful little fool? Run like you did from your homeland's battlefield?" His father's voice echoed through his mind, then that maddening laughter of his. It was too much! Too much! H-He'd kill her! Yeah! That's what he'd do! He wouldn't run, he'd solve the problem right here! This would end now!
Saylo barely noticed he wasn't on the couch anymore, barely noticed that he was stalking towards her with a vishious snarl forming below his twitching, murder-blinded eye."You'd better not be, woman..."
((Lol, he's not going to do anything, trust me. He's just not sure what to do right now))
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Post by cloud on Jun 17, 2008 23:59:29 GMT -5
Alana's eyes widened in terror at what was to come. She was right. He didn't care, and he probably never did or would. And now, he was going to KILL her?! Alana panicked, backing into the wall in terror. She held herself tightly, allowing her brunette hair's bangs to obstruct her vision.
The dingo collapsed back against the wall, and glanced up at Saylo in pure and utter terror. Was he really going to kill her and their baby right here, right now?
Alana sniffled, the tears falling aster as if someone turned a faucet on all the way.
" N-no Saylo, I-I am p-pregnant...'n...d-don't worry....I-I'll take care of it myself...p-promise. Y-You can leave...n-no one will no... j-just don't kill me p-please...I'm...I'm sorry..." She pleaded, for once, her fiery side completely thrown out the window.
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jun 18, 2008 0:20:22 GMT -5
Saylo's metal rimmed combat boots continued to near, his fists clinched and his face twisted in fury that seemed to be spurred on by her cries. The instincts of that animal he'd once been were taking over...it...it was what he'd wanted for so long. Fierceclaw's return. The perfect warrior, cold, ruthless, who didn't care nor spare anyone who crossed him. That was the prince he'd been, the life-line who'd been covered up by people like this.
"She'll make you soft, my son! She will make a mockery of your title; get you killed! you remember what happened to Wild..." It was almost Typhus-like, how the voice of Saylo's long assasinated father boiled the bloodlust that swelled in his chest, cheering him on. "Her death was for the best, you know that...Alana is no different. DO IT!"
Saylo's fist drew back and electric energy japped and charged over his entire arm, illuminating that side of him in a fierce purple light and his other side in a dark, physical shadow. This was it, just let it go, just let it slide, and she wouldn't be there any more...
But...it was ironic how...how heavy the price. At his fingertips was reawakening the creature that had kept Saylo alive for so many years, the creature he obsessively craved for so dearly. And it would be his again, and all he had to do was kill this one girl, who wasn't even putting up a fight. It was a piece of cake...and yet...
Saylo's arm lowered, the energy fading, ears flattening as he stared at her. He couldn't do it...why couldn't he do it!? Tears burned his own eyes, and he clinched his teeth, hating her even more. Hating her because he couldn't hate her...
With a shout of furious rage that was accompanied by the roar of energy, the cat disapeared in an ear-piercing-explosive flash of light whose trail lingered in a path away from Alana and out the door.
He was gone.
((Tantrum much?))
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Post by cloud on Jun 18, 2008 0:28:50 GMT -5
((Nah just a little lol. I like the reference to Typhus and his father...speaking of which i need to do a thread with him sometime lol. But anyway, end? Or, where now?))
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