10-05-2012, 05:40 PM
She shook her head. "Nope. I was a plain human. I don't remember my birth parents, but I remember the mountain lioness who raised me. She was Mom to me for..." She frowned. "... they said maybe ten years. Anyway, from her I learned real freedom. When I was found by some mountain rangers, they took me away. I was rehabilitated, they said, until my mid-twenties. I still... don't speak so well, but if I think before I talk, it's fine." She rubbed her neck, then pulled the side of her shirt over; there was a great, big bite on the back of her neck, mostly hidden by her blond hair. "I went to see Mom one day, as I was finally an adult and was able to function. I had a job, and a home. But I wanted to see her." She fell silent. "I don't remember who bit me. I don't believe they stayed. But being bitten was the best thing to ever happen to me. I felt... alive. For the first time since I'd been a child, I was free again."
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...