09-13-2013, 12:07 PM
The anger at her refusal gave way to curiosity as the woman continued, smiling at him. Michael admired her control. She knew what he could do and did not waver.
Her words, however, confused him. Smelling? Bubble? Emotion?
It didn't make sense, and Michael took a silent moment in thought, the power raging inside him, ready to snap.
Michael frowned at the woman after a moment.
He could not think of anything else it could be. He was taught to empty his mind and seize the power, creating a void of calm.
He hesitated to comply. If he released the power, he would be all but defenceless and she would have no trouble incapacitating him - if his observations were correct, she was a trained warrior. Michael had been with the army of course, but he was a strategist, not a warrior. Not without the power that flowed through his veins.
However, she seemed sincere, even eager to ask her own questions. She knew what he was talking about - she showed no sign of confusion that he could see - and he would rather not resort to violence. If his fury consumed him again, he did not know what would happen...
"Very well,"
he said, finally, releasing the power. His face remained grave and he kept a tight reign on his emotions. "You want to know what I feel?"
He wasn't sure if she did, or just wanted him to release the power. "Tired."
Now that he had let go of the power, he felt the toll his hunt had taken on his mind and body. He was exhausted, but he could not stop yet. He would need all his wits about him if this turned out to be a trap.
"Now, if you would follow me?"
he nodded to the door. "I know somewhere we can speak in private."
He was not going to take her back to his own house, it was far too dangerous. Remembering the reactions he had faced from those he had encountered before - the revulsion, the fear and hatred in their eyes - he added, "A place safe for the both of us."
Edited by Michael Vellas, Sep 13 2013, 12:08 PM.
Her words, however, confused him. Smelling? Bubble? Emotion?
It didn't make sense, and Michael took a silent moment in thought, the power raging inside him, ready to snap.
Michael frowned at the woman after a moment.
He could not think of anything else it could be. He was taught to empty his mind and seize the power, creating a void of calm.
He hesitated to comply. If he released the power, he would be all but defenceless and she would have no trouble incapacitating him - if his observations were correct, she was a trained warrior. Michael had been with the army of course, but he was a strategist, not a warrior. Not without the power that flowed through his veins.
However, she seemed sincere, even eager to ask her own questions. She knew what he was talking about - she showed no sign of confusion that he could see - and he would rather not resort to violence. If his fury consumed him again, he did not know what would happen...
"Very well,"
he said, finally, releasing the power. His face remained grave and he kept a tight reign on his emotions. "You want to know what I feel?"
He wasn't sure if she did, or just wanted him to release the power. "Tired."
Now that he had let go of the power, he felt the toll his hunt had taken on his mind and body. He was exhausted, but he could not stop yet. He would need all his wits about him if this turned out to be a trap.
"Now, if you would follow me?"
he nodded to the door. "I know somewhere we can speak in private."
He was not going to take her back to his own house, it was far too dangerous. Remembering the reactions he had faced from those he had encountered before - the revulsion, the fear and hatred in their eyes - he added, "A place safe for the both of us."
Edited by Michael Vellas, Sep 13 2013, 12:08 PM.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."