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 Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2018 4:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2018 11:17 pm
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—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—
Athena was still avoiding eye contact as Maribel complimented her actions for a first. She wasn't used to the hybrid being kind to her so she didn't really know how to respond as she stood there quietly. She felt like she was being towered over by the likes of her former second-in-command or El as she felt the feline's presence right in front of her, but she just wanted to look away as she kept a weak smile. She could only wonder what she had done this time and if it result in a berating or some kind of lashing out for defending the Hybrid. Did she not want to be defended by the likes of her? It made her anxious and maybe even a little intimidated up to the point that the big cat proposed a rather astonishing question to her. "H-huh?" She replied with a rather lost face while still defensively smiling at her.
"Oh, you're going to dance for the circus, Maribel?" Naomi asked as she clapped her hands together in enthusiasm to try and encourage her idol. She had to help out anyway possible. "You two are quartered together after all. You must be around each other to be in some sense of harmony by now."
Athena was still trying to process the request as she looked up at her shipmate while nervously searching up into her eyes for some kind of answer. Mare really wanted to dance with her again? Why would she want to dance with a tired, foul woman like her? Did she want something from her again? "Y-you really want me to help you practice?" She asked bashfully with a shade of red on her face nearly as bright as the cat's hair. Her heart was pounding the longer her and the performer made eye contact with each other. "I-I-I can, but. . .I'm uh. . .I'm n-not as talented with my feet like I am with my hands." Her hands wouldn't stop fiddling about as one straightened out her pants while the other moved her bang from her face. Stuttering didn't stop her from feeling like an oaf right now wondering if she was truly correct with this task.
☾ Location :: Nobel Galaxy>Zlaibovic>Lodric
☪ Feeling :: Tired, worried, doubtful
☾ Company:: Ad, Domino, & Maribel
☪ Wearing:: A black top, dark denim skinny jeans and her combat boots. Accessories: Ad's earpiece, Shield Generator, Vibroknife, and her hand cannon: Salem.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2019 10:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2019 5:25 am
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—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—
The blonde rogue had been on edge ever since the walk back to the trailer. It was now at times like this where she wished Domino had fad tagged along, but she had duties that Silk gave her to attend to. She didn’t get how chatty the Keisidian could be with Maribel with ease, but the atmosphere was at ease the way she had smiled at her before the departure. Even her wish of good luck left her in confusion and angst as even now as she sat there keeping an eye on the feline while she slept. Yet seeing such a slumbering, sweet hybrid look so pleasant in the bed across from her made her realize how tired she had been from training and how cozy Maribel looked. Her resting face was so pretty with plush lips parted , her hair so velvet red with those ears flickering from time to time, and that alluring figure with its curves pulling her eyes places she tried to avoid looking from since Traven. Yet here her mind was thinking how heavenly it would be if that cat was cuddling one. Her eyes felt heavier than usual as she decided to lay down in her own bed and just admire the cat before passing out with her own eyes focused solely on her until going heavy to rest. She wished for that warmth to be right next to her.
Some time had passed unaware to the fatigued woman not minding the relief of the first real sleep she had received in a long while. Her sleeping habits really came out as the woman always had her fingertips rather than her whole hand slid just under both her jeans and underwear as a defense when Ashara attempted to get frisky late at night with her. Sleeping on her side was a must as she was used to a loving arm to be wrapped around her body during her betrothed life while her face buried into her pillow in comfort. One foot ran up her calf in a soothing motion. Turning in bed left her shirt riding up to reveal her midsection while a hair band had snapped and let her hair hang over her eyes as well as the bridge of her nose. With hair covering her face, more attention could be brought to her lips only to reveal the unique trait in the human that was a forked tongue that attempted to peek past her lips during the brisk slumber.
Unconscious thoughts kept on reminiscing to the past 24 hours of her time with Maribel revealing the last of her habits; sleep talking. Over and over, the smile of Miss Derson’s reappeared and enchanted her dreams. Her memories brought attention to the hybrid sleeping in the canopies during their trip down the trees of Traven and the night where the red-headed sneaked into her room with such an alluring advance that was unique to the feral temptress. Those dreams were pleasant and made only more pleasant by the voice of the woman’s voice chiming in as she sat there so prettily over top of her. “Hmm. . .Go?” Her voice asked as she began to talk in her sleep wondering what this figment spoke. “Mmm. . .oui. . .Miss Derson. . .Mare. . .Mon chatte. . .oui. . allons-y“ Her rambling went on as she laid there in content as she thought about that sweet smile as for a first she was dreaming of a Hybrid that smiled at her so genuinely. It was truly a delight as she buried part of her face into her pillow with a faint sigh.“Je te. . . garderai en sécurité. . .je promets.”
☾ Location :: Nobel Galaxy>Zlaibovic>Lodric
☪ Feeling :: Tired, at ease
☾ Company:: Ad, Domino, & Maribel
☪ Wearing:: A black top, dark denim skinny jeans and her combat boots. Accessories: Ad's earpiece, Shield Generator, Vibroknife, and her hand cannon: Salem.
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2019 7:22 pm
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2019 4:47 pm
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—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—
The huntress felt a sudden rocking as she laid there as the Maribel of her dream’s sat above her. A voice called out to her insisting on practice which was familiar, yet vague. She looked around her in the canopies of leaves before her eyes were drawn back to the feline hybrid who was all of a sudden striking her down with those claws of her’s. It left her covering her face in fear all the while echoes of the word practice rang around her as all she could do is lay there and defend herself in confusion and terror. What did she do? She didn’t understand why Mare acted like so. She tried to call out, but it felt as if her voice was stripped away from her as she rocked back and forth as claws slashed away at her face. What had she done? Every time Maribel dug into her, the more the leaves above her seemed red as if the tree they laid in was dying right alongside her.
As she laid there hiding behind her shielding arms, she took notice between the crevices that the figure had changed from Maribel to men of figures she once called crew mate’s wailing into her with bare, bloody knuckles fist while the stars of space watched on above as if the two were in the center of an arena and she was losing the fighting. Was it Darian? It looked like him who threw his fists at her, but it seemed to always change the face of her attacker. Next it was Wilfried, followed by Demitri, before it was a fellow slave that she was always caged in with, Emelyne, who pummeled away at her. She wanted to scream her apologies out to her for being the one to make it, but still her voice was gone. Each time the fists drew away it was someone new. Even her first kill, the stowaway, was once again above her as he readied his knife like that time in the cargo bay for the kill. Much like then, help was a word that was just as silent as the vacuum of space. She could only cover herself as she awaited the fatal stab that should have ended her life had her vibroblade not been available way back then. Yet this suffering was far from over much to the Human’s wishes.
Heavy punches were thrown at her once more, but unlike any of the other’s she had managed to take. These blows broke her guard clear apart as she faced the only woman who could ever make her open up in the first place, Ashara Vaadishk. It felt like time froze as she gazed on at the Ytal, before time resumed it’s pace and let the fist beat away at the blonde as she was left shaken. Ashara’s smile was so playful yet so sinister at the same time as “Practice” was repeated from her mouth over and over again as fist hit Athena’s face one after the other. They felt so real as she fade in and out only to see that face of her lover while she laid there like a lifeless doll. She didn’t want to practice anymore. The Ytal’s eyes looked as stunning as ever before the fist made impact again. “Sathan. . .” She cried out in Ytalaogan tongue while Ashara’s eyes lost that glimmer of love in them before another fist was swung, “Ir abelas. . .” Fading back in, Ashara’s hair was that ominous black of her’s and emotion was lost as she delivered one last punch across the woman’s face, “Ma’ sal’shiral. . . No more.” Her body had given up all control to what she did have in whatever reality this was while Ashara readied a knife that Bandit was oh so familiar with. “Ar lath ma Azur sa.” She confessed with a whimper to reach all realities. Yet it was as if her fiancé never heard her words as she raised her blade before sinking it into her side. It left her torn as she grabbed her Lover’s arm to push it away, but she couldn’t find it in her when that face was once again looking at her in longing and sweetness coming over her face. Why would Ashara do such to her? Her vision began to fade as this was surely death for her. She didn’t wish to die, but to see her lover she could only wonder if that was maybe the only way to see the one that everyone believed was actually gone.
Athena felt the rocking once more followed by the voice calling out to her as it felt as if her body was rising from the darkest depths of an ocean ready to breach. She was scared of what was to come of emerging, but it was too late as she hit the surface. But nothing came besides of her waking from her dream in a place she felt unfamiliar with. She looked lost as she laid there, her eyes red with fear and confusion in them as she stared up at Maribel as if looking for an answer. Wasn’t she dead? She hadn’t even noticed her hand grasping onto the hybrids as she tried to collect everything that happened before that. She was on Zlaibovic for a mission involving Cerci and Mare was there as well. Ashara was never there nor anyone else from that dream. She felt dazed before it all came back to her and her eyes changed from a haunted red to the gloomy blue of reality. “Ar’m theneras. . .I-I’m awake.” She corrected herself for Mare in a tone that felt burdened by that realization, “ I’m sorry, Miss Derson. We were to. . .practice?” Somehow that word left her shook to say as it left her thinking of unpleasant memories rather than the thrill that it should bring of dancing with this taboo crush she wasn’t betrothed to. Was it even right for her to wake up to someone so beautiful that she didn’t belong to?
☾ Location :: Nobel Galaxy>Zlaibovic>Lodric
☪ Feeling :: Tired, Stressed
☾ Company:: Maribel
☪ Wearing:: A black top, dark denim skinny jeans and her combat boots. Accessories: Ad's earpiece, Shield Generator, Vibroknife, and her hand cannon: Salem.
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Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2019 6:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2019 8:25 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2019 6:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2019 11:10 am
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—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—
Athena stared at Maribel’s offering hand in worry before doubtfully turning her gaze elsewhere. So many confusing and negative thoughts filled her head that she felt disgusted with herself or for Maribel having to see this pathetic side of her. At this point, she always fell a dull sense of shame every time the cat stared in her direction waiting for her to look at her in discontent when she first laid eyes upon her. The hybrid’s words left Bandit suspicious as the tightness in her chest felt worse as she thought back to all the times in the past. They both knew that she lacked talent compared to Atticus or the chemistry the two had when they performed. That man had much more than her to offer the feline much like others had plenty to offer Blue. Kami, Nanira, and even the tiger hybrid all had things that she didn’t. If she couldn’t keep up with this small practice, the performer would find her too weak and dispose of her as well for someone much better. She was just probably the next best option down the line for those two. She was sure of it. Why should she put herself through something like that when just the thought of it gave her painful gulps in her throat? But either agreeing or disagreeing, wouldn’t she just disappoint the cat more? She didn’t want to upset her anymore than she already had as she rubbed the scar from Mare’s attack on her, yet there was little win from either scenario. Even if it was a little, to impress Maribel with following along would give her somewhat relief.
She sat there on the edge of her bed as her body felt more exhausted and aching than it did when she forced herself out of bed this morning after a sleepless night. But at least then Maribel had still been fast asleep so she could recover. Now she had the huntress cornered just after experiencing a traumatic nightmare. She couldn’t cry it out like she would in her room on the Cardinal or when she had stayed at Clista’s on Traven only to gather herself afterwards before she went in ready for a fight. She had to keep it together before the hybrid as a weak hand took the one offered for help off her bed. But she could only question her Aquatorian Goddess, Calypsia, why it couldn't be amicable arms that welcomed her in a comforting embrace. Her hair was still down and messy from tossing in her sleep while her blank, blue eyes shyly peeked from behind them. She already felt defeated the second she met the cat’s beautiful face wondering why no one else saw her as such. “Okay.” She reluctantly agreed as she knew full well that this being before her labeled her as everything else besides beautiful. Maybe this time at least she wouldn’t leave her in tears while in her grasping soft claws.
☾ Location :: Nobel Galaxy>Zlaibovic>Lodric
☪ Feeling :: Dejected
☾ Company:: Maribel
☪ Wearing:: A black top, dark denim skinny jeans and her combat boots (currently off). Accessories: Ad's earpiece, Shield Generator, Vibroknife, and her hand cannon: Salem.
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2019 7:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2019 8:46 pm
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—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—
Athena tried to avert her gaze away as much as possible from Maribel at first when she began to talk. All she had to be was someone to dance with and follow steps. There was no need to make eye contact if that was the situation, but even so she had little energy to actually dance. In the past, it was something enchanting in the moment from the times where she would twirl in the rain with Ashara, whose arms were so snug around her, to now where she would just leave this feline before her in tears. It was so hard to listen to the hybrid in this situation knowing there was no feeling between them. The cat was hardly existent to the ex-Banshee whom distanced herself from her surroundings with emotions dulled by her senses while heightening the sense of loneliness inside her. She wondered how much longer she had to do this thing called existing in a world where she meant so little.
She contemplated what felt like forever for her before she felt Mare lure her into her arms, as well as back into reality, with such an unrealistic action that was a hug. It took her a moment to realize what was going on, but the feeling was one her body faintly recognized as Athena grew wide-eyed upon the realization. The warmth coiling around her was soothing, yet confusing as if it became foreign to the Aquatorian. When was the last time she had been held so dearly? She could only think back to that night before with her fiancé where they laid in bed as the Ytal held her before and promised her more than she could have ever imagined. Just like then, the feeling was so relieving as years of stress practically escaped her body. Maribel only further relieved her of it all as she attempted to comfort her with such a soft tone so close between then.
Those dark, murky grey eyes of the Aquatorian’s became a clear turquoise in perplexity to such a gesture from the hybrid. She searched her eyes for a genuine answer before she felt those claws of her’s so gently run over her arms until they slipped between her fingers and clasped onto the blonde’s. They were soft and so gentle against her like she could never imagine. Being so close to the feline left her heart racing as Maribel talked to her before a blushed touched her face. Her lips wrinkled as if she was telling herself to not break into a smile right now, but she knew she was utterly in content for the hybrid actually showing concern over her. She never thought such would happen, but for that reason she felt her heart fluttering. She could never just hate her roommate as much as they both requested her to do.
“Hey, Ad?” The huntress called our to her AI as it chimes on from it’s mobile charging station. “Make a playlist for me, please? Slow and boppy.” Ad processed the request for but a moment before responding with a ding of completion with the first of many songs to come being "Wanna Be" by The Internet. A song which the second Athena heard, she couldn’t resist a faint chuckle at the odds of such a perfect fit of a song to come on. “Will this suit?” She asked the hybrid as now a faint smile rest on her lips as she peaked up at the woman she was once again crushing over like never before.
☾ Location :: Nobel Galaxy>Zlaibovic>Lodric
☪ Feeling :: Smitten
☾ Company:: Maribel
☪ Wearing:: A black top, dark denim skinny jeans and her combat boots (currently off). Accessories: Ad's earpiece, Shield Generator, Vibroknife, and her hand cannon: Salem.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2020 4:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2020 8:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2020 11:41 am
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