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03 March 2008 @ 08:46 pm
 
 Experimenting from a different perspective and a different writing style that I think accomdates this character.

He had not forgotten her story. He considered it daily, wondering what to do. His instinct had told him to spring upon it now, but instinct tended to be a bit reckless. It was time to wait and listen, acting accordingly, which was to continue beating down the garbage. 
He noticed how she was fading but did nothing about it. He walked into the room to find her and a bandaged ankle. At the sight of him, she stiffened; freezing to hide anything away that would displease him. 
“What did you think you were doing?” He hissed. When she sullenlu didn’t respond, he leaned forward, 
“You are a maid! You work for us! You owe us, and look at you idly lounging about.” She lowered her head. 
“And your damned wolf will not stop scratching the front door.” He added, 
“Look at me! Look at me, when I’m talking to you!” He shouted. He leaned forward tightly gripping her face and yelled in her wide blue eyes that held to a broken determination. 
He dropped it and turned his back to her attempting to compose himself and his anger that kept firing up. Her quiet, thought was haunting but her eyes spoke as clearly as any words. 
"Why, I ought to!” He roared suddenly enraged, turning toward her to strike her, to release the growing need of violence. She whimpered and cowered beneath thin shaking arms. At that moment he was hit with such a force he was weakened and once the spell was over he was left with a throbbing head. He put his hand to his head and she did the same and a sheet of sweat on her face. He slowly lowered his hand onto her shoulder and squeezed, Her mind, an odd foreign place, beckoned him in. What he saw there was imprinted behind his eye lids. 
An odd scratched memory that still held the force and agony as the day it was conceived. 
The poor child…compelled to hit her was brought on. Her mind though was too wide open…as much as he loathed her—something that has been developing for a while—he sympathized because it was his fault. 
“You shouldn’t expose yourself like that, child.”