Post by bloodyroses on Jan 31, 2009 13:24:35 GMT -5
She.
She was poised in her seat like a coiled snake preparing to strike. To sink it's long venomous fangs into a threat. Anxious, on edge, nervous whatever adjective one would use to describe her the meaning was essentially the same. She was so dramatically uncomfortable and rigid she made anyone who caught sight of her considerably more uneasy. A damnable, cold, calculating calm took it's hold over the doctor.
As to what she was doing was anyone's guess, the bat had a clipboard on the table in front of her. An inkpen obsessively lined up parallel with it's edge.. Yes she had a pen protector as well, and heaven help the fool who decided to tease her about it. The bat was wearing the colors of the council, an Ivory blouse, a black pencil skirt. Her heels were also black once more, contrasting with her brown furred, awkward feet and making them black, shic and delicate.
Dr. Keroberus sat with impunity, glaring over her glasses' rims with an acidic stare. Acidic in the way it broke down everything to it's basic elements, acidic in the way it melt away facades of grandeur and self-confidence, acidic in the way it burned.
The bat starred down at the smooth dark wood of the table, and ran a cursory paw pad over it's finish. It was all so...fake. These delusions and grandeur, no one in this world had any real power. Not the council, not the angels, not the gates. Nothing. Lilith let a imperceptible sigh pass her lips. And placed her palms flat on the table.
She was poised in her seat like a coiled snake preparing to strike. To sink it's long venomous fangs into a threat. Anxious, on edge, nervous whatever adjective one would use to describe her the meaning was essentially the same. She was so dramatically uncomfortable and rigid she made anyone who caught sight of her considerably more uneasy. A damnable, cold, calculating calm took it's hold over the doctor.
As to what she was doing was anyone's guess, the bat had a clipboard on the table in front of her. An inkpen obsessively lined up parallel with it's edge.. Yes she had a pen protector as well, and heaven help the fool who decided to tease her about it. The bat was wearing the colors of the council, an Ivory blouse, a black pencil skirt. Her heels were also black once more, contrasting with her brown furred, awkward feet and making them black, shic and delicate.
Dr. Keroberus sat with impunity, glaring over her glasses' rims with an acidic stare. Acidic in the way it broke down everything to it's basic elements, acidic in the way it melt away facades of grandeur and self-confidence, acidic in the way it burned.
The bat starred down at the smooth dark wood of the table, and ran a cursory paw pad over it's finish. It was all so...fake. These delusions and grandeur, no one in this world had any real power. Not the council, not the angels, not the gates. Nothing. Lilith let a imperceptible sigh pass her lips. And placed her palms flat on the table.