Maea
Rest against my pillow
like the aging winter sun
like the aging winter sun
It was all a terrible misunderstanding. Maea did not frequent brothels. She most certainly did not work at brothels either. The very concept was so laughable that she had folded over when the owner suggested it, and the subsequent scuffle as Maea tried to leave and a number of soft-limbed creatures in flimsy gowns had swarmed her with talks of baths and perfume and 'it was just at the bar', and 'didn't you say you were helping out?' and without quite knowing how, the Ancient woman found herself bathed and plucked and groomed, dolled up in the most ridiculous outfit - white, frilly and nearly sheer in places that made her want to curl up in a ball and hide - and plunked down behind the bar.
If she only knew who to blame for this... blood would flow.
It definitely did not help that the number of people that flocked to get end of the counter never ceased. Heads kept turning, voices murmuring and she knew it was because of her horns. Possibly also due to her hair; white and silky soft, they had combed out the tangles and rolled it into curls, that now bounced across pale shoulders like snow on snow.
Was this what an animal in a display felt like? Ogled, commented, like she wasn't a person at all? Why anyone would want to be the center of attention was beyond her comprehension.
Shrinking back any time a hand sought to touch her, Maea tried her damndest to keep from baring her fangs at anyone. It was just for the night, she repeated to herself. Just this once, and then she would be fine and never set foot in Stormbreak again, no matter how anyone begged her to help. 'Just guard the cargo between Torchline and Stormbreak,' they said. 'Just help unload at the customer, it'll be fine' they said. Phah!
If she only knew who to blame for this... blood would flow.
It definitely did not help that the number of people that flocked to get end of the counter never ceased. Heads kept turning, voices murmuring and she knew it was because of her horns. Possibly also due to her hair; white and silky soft, they had combed out the tangles and rolled it into curls, that now bounced across pale shoulders like snow on snow.
Was this what an animal in a display felt like? Ogled, commented, like she wasn't a person at all? Why anyone would want to be the center of attention was beyond her comprehension.
Shrinking back any time a hand sought to touch her, Maea tried her damndest to keep from baring her fangs at anyone. It was just for the night, she repeated to herself. Just this once, and then she would be fine and never set foot in Stormbreak again, no matter how anyone begged her to help. 'Just guard the cargo between Torchline and Stormbreak,' they said. 'Just help unload at the customer, it'll be fine' they said. Phah!
Only wake each morning to
remember that you're gone
remember that you're gone
