Snippet #2404602

"I know what you are Nachytsm," Anaree said in a quiet tone. Of course she knew him in a different light than he knew himself. He called himself a demon but Anaree shrugged it off as how he felt about himself. She did not realize that he meant it in the literal sense. There was no way that she could accept thinking of him as a demon. No possibility.

When he asked if she wanted his help or not, Anaree nodded.

"Only if you want to help me, Nachytsm," she told him. Anaree looked at her shoulder. There was red leaking through the cloth already. She was feeling lightheaded but Anaree figured at it was due to Nachytsm overwhelming presence.

"It's really not that bad," Anaree said. "It just keeps tearing open. I hurts but its nothing I can't stand. I'm sure you've had worse..." Her eyes looked over his numerous scars. It was an understatement. She knew that he had had worse injuries. Nachytsm was missing an arm after all.

And yet, even thouh Nachytsm was marred beyond anything Anaree had never seen in her life... he was... beautiful to her. She could see beyond the scarring and into the man beneath. At least that is how she felt. Anaree was still young and naive when it came to emotions. Her eyes had not yet been opened up to the nature of the bestial man but she thought she knew him well enough to judge her inner feelings.

Anaree's fingers carefully pulled away wet strands of Nachytsm's hair out of his face.