Give her a few more days and the new resident of Earth's vocabulary would tighten up smartly. At least she was able to communicate... And it didn't require violence. To some beings, that could be a form of language, all of itself - especially in the lower realms.
Valerie, for her part, was doing supremely well. Was showing patience where some others had not. A hybrid, just lately... That one had used violence and only made the situation worse. This one? This one had patience. Whether or not Sabra felt it to be an alien concept was besides the point. What mattered was that it was working. Allowing for extra options, at the very least. But she was what she was. The demonic - the truly demonic - was a force of absolute, total loathing. Creatures either corrupted by or forged in hatred, rage and the cruel hungers of oblivion. Humanity... The entire planet was little more than a speck of plankton in those vast cosmic seas of eternity. Some day, far in the future, a wake-up call was almost guaranteed.
Perhaps this one was Valerie's. On two legs, no less.
The Slayer's answer was given and her personal monster under the bed looked her up and down without even trying to hide it. Had no reason to. Why hide it? Diversions and the subtlety of assassins... Thus was the way of the Wolf, Ram and Hart. Significance was Sabra's way.
"Yes..."
That time, she replied with a smile. It was, however, a vicious one. The smile of a wolf. Maybe because she wasn't used to puppeteering the facial muscle control of human beings. Or maybe because it was in her nature to lie if she could. All things considered, maybe the earlier sneering and disdain was preferable. At least there could be no disguising its honesty.
Without warning, she brought hands to either side of Valerie's shoulders, clamping them around the blonde's upper arms. Jaws neither opening nor distending. Instead, she pulled Valerie in, burying nose in golden tresses and inhaling loudly. A passer-by might be forgiven for assuming something pornographic, but if they did, it was supremely awkward. In reality, it was quite the opposite. An apparent grown woman acting like a wild animal. A lion. Or maybe a dragon... Gaining herself a lungful of a scent it could not place. Turning head, tilting, as she took another before simply letting go.
"Oils... And other strange things... In your hair," she observed. The concept of things like shampoo clearly having not filtered down into the underworld. Not the parts Sabra had been known to dwell in, at least. "Why is this?"
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on 2013-09-07 03:46 am (UTC)Valerie, for her part, was doing supremely well. Was showing patience where some others had not. A hybrid, just lately... That one had used violence and only made the situation worse. This one? This one had patience. Whether or not Sabra felt it to be an alien concept was besides the point. What mattered was that it was working. Allowing for extra options, at the very least. But she was what she was. The demonic - the truly demonic - was a force of absolute, total loathing. Creatures either corrupted by or forged in hatred, rage and the cruel hungers of oblivion. Humanity... The entire planet was little more than a speck of plankton in those vast cosmic seas of eternity. Some day, far in the future, a wake-up call was almost guaranteed.
Perhaps this one was Valerie's. On two legs, no less.
The Slayer's answer was given and her personal monster under the bed looked her up and down without even trying to hide it. Had no reason to. Why hide it? Diversions and the subtlety of assassins... Thus was the way of the Wolf, Ram and Hart. Significance was Sabra's way.
"Yes..."
That time, she replied with a smile. It was, however, a vicious one. The smile of a wolf. Maybe because she wasn't used to puppeteering the facial muscle control of human beings. Or maybe because it was in her nature to lie if she could. All things considered, maybe the earlier sneering and disdain was preferable. At least there could be no disguising its honesty.
Without warning, she brought hands to either side of Valerie's shoulders, clamping them around the blonde's upper arms. Jaws neither opening nor distending. Instead, she pulled Valerie in, burying nose in golden tresses and inhaling loudly. A passer-by might be forgiven for assuming something pornographic, but if they did, it was supremely awkward. In reality, it was quite the opposite. An apparent grown woman acting like a wild animal. A lion. Or maybe a dragon... Gaining herself a lungful of a scent it could not place. Turning head, tilting, as she took another before simply letting go.
"Oils... And other strange things... In your hair," she observed. The concept of things like shampoo clearly having not filtered down into the underworld. Not the parts Sabra had been known to dwell in, at least. "Why is this?"