Snippet #2704498

Akhira was completely disoriented and when The Primordial One spoke again, she was silent in her panic. "I wonder how things are going in there for you.. but you do know that it would be incredibly simple for me to rend this little wooden box in half, and pluck you from the wreckage."

She let out a chirp, "Yes! But I don't think a gentleman would!" Even in such a state, she was being to maintain a bit of her indignant mood. It was right at this moment that she felt like she wanted to crawl back inside her egg. To be unborn. What a terribly human thing to do, that she clenched her fists so hard that the skin hardened around her knuckles, creaking. They became a substance nearly like glass, that if seen by a human, they might have started at the sight. Even more so when cracks began to run across her palms, some glittering white light shown from the insides of what should have been flesh and blood.

"How about this.. if you agree to talk with me, then we can have the conversation in any part of the house... or even outside the house, if you like?"

Her hearts skipped a few beats, and... began racing much more, but for a completely different reason other than fear. But then, suspicions shot down her sudden surprise. He could be lying. Just setting up a trap.... but, I'm already here, so...

Retracting her claws from the wood with an audible sound, she pushed it up an inch. And another one. Until you could see her face, eyes covered by her wild bangs, and the indecision shown by the way she bit her bottom lip with her fangs. Finally, she came out of the wardrobe, her hands clenched and held behind her back.

Akhira was an akwardly pretty sight when she peeked from underneath her face to those around her, looking at all others except Kenner.