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Where's your will to be weird?
Anyone would flinch back at that look, that death glare that the goddess shot towards Janice as she stepped in front of the other girl, wanting to protect her at all costs. It had been frightening, seeing those eyes, those eyes burning with rage and nearing what seemed like madness. Her whole body shook with terror as she stood her ground, dark eyes squeezed shut tightly, too scared to open up once more. She expected a strike, or some form of pain, but nothing came. All she heard was angry sound of the goddess's voice, demanding answers to questions she did not know of. So far, none of it seemed directed towards Janice, so she hesitantly opened her eyes, her arms trembling from being held suspended for as long as they had been. She let them fall to her sides, cocking her head curiously as she absorbed the scene in front of her.
To her, it was confusing and seemed rather odd. Micheal walked up to the goddess, grabbing her arm, telling her to wait. Then, he just stood there, staring at her intently, his eyes glowing in the darkness. It seemed like he was showing her something, telling her a story of some sorts. Maybe it was a memory, maybe it had been a dream. Janice was curious, as she usually was, wanting to hear the tale, craving it. Yet, at the same time, she was confused, lost. What was happening in front of her? Did Micheal know this goddess? Did this goddess know Micheal? What was he showing her? And what would be her reaction to the story? In silence, Janice stood there, watching the two with wide eyes, wondering what the results would turn out to be.
"Are you okay?" Blinking, she looked up as the wolf addressed her. This, for some reason, stunned her even more. A wolf? Communicating with her? It seemed outrageous, ridiculous, even after everything she has seen. An animal, being able to speak through the mind? "Y-you're a wolf," she stuttered, staring at him intently, "And you just spoke... I think...." She paused, rubbing her eyes and shaking her head to herself. Was she going crazy? Or was this truly happening to her, all hell breaking lose around her? "I must be mad..." she muttered under her breath, squeezing her eyes shut once more. Maybe, once she opened them again, she would discover this was merely a dream, a nightmare. None of it would be real, it would all be her imagination running wild.
To her, it was confusing and seemed rather odd. Micheal walked up to the goddess, grabbing her arm, telling her to wait. Then, he just stood there, staring at her intently, his eyes glowing in the darkness. It seemed like he was showing her something, telling her a story of some sorts. Maybe it was a memory, maybe it had been a dream. Janice was curious, as she usually was, wanting to hear the tale, craving it. Yet, at the same time, she was confused, lost. What was happening in front of her? Did Micheal know this goddess? Did this goddess know Micheal? What was he showing her? And what would be her reaction to the story? In silence, Janice stood there, watching the two with wide eyes, wondering what the results would turn out to be.
"Are you okay?" Blinking, she looked up as the wolf addressed her. This, for some reason, stunned her even more. A wolf? Communicating with her? It seemed outrageous, ridiculous, even after everything she has seen. An animal, being able to speak through the mind? "Y-you're a wolf," she stuttered, staring at him intently, "And you just spoke... I think...." She paused, rubbing her eyes and shaking her head to herself. Was she going crazy? Or was this truly happening to her, all hell breaking lose around her? "I must be mad..." she muttered under her breath, squeezing her eyes shut once more. Maybe, once she opened them again, she would discover this was merely a dream, a nightmare. None of it would be real, it would all be her imagination running wild.