<span style="font-family:Philosopher"><span style="font-size: 15px">Wakana allowed her mouth to express her contempt, one corner of her lips lifting in a slight sneer as she closed her eyes, shutting away one of the first features that had caught the notice of this human. She had caught on to his intention, it was obvious in a place such like this despite her inexperience. His dark gaze was an unwelcome feeling, focusing on the kirin's impassive face. Even more undesirable was the touch of his fingers against her mouth, like spiders crawling down her skin as they drifted downwards to touch her throat. It was only at that area did the kirin bristle ever so slightly, familiar and instinctual affront fighting to show itself that was worsened by the hot breath on her skin, <i>invading </i>her sacred space. If Kaenta was trying to speak to her inhuman instincts, he was speaking as if he was the stronger predator and her hackles wanted to rise despite herself. Her composure held against the urge that told her to snap at the fragile mortal fingers daring to touch her, to taste his disgusting flesh in response.<br/>
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The kirin found it pointless to say anything against his own hubris, eyes opening narrowly in slits to view him. He appeared very much like the young men in the house she was serving, clad in a jet black suit, skin pale and clear, showing signs of a pampered upbringing. Typical of the young, bored, and wealthy, he almost fit the mold she had seen throughout the years if it weren't for his greyish eyes. She found in them the coldness of someone who was appraising her value with not a care for anything else - and where had she seen that gaze before, exactly? Her pale gaze looked upon him in clear dismissal, despite the position of power he seemed to try and impress upon her. Even if he was standing above her, he was still a mortal.<br/>
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So why did she barely keep herself from bristling as he circled around her? Wakana told herself it was the unusual situation, the irritation she felt at having her life rudely interrupted by whatever these men were. Yet the leering looks she had felt upon her when she first woke up here barely touched her ice cold resolve, she could clearly tell how beneath her those hunters were that even if they <i>had </i>succeeded... She was never once afraid. The first few feelings of uncertainty had only come when that damnable shackle encircling her ankle had left her holding back a pained shudder, the shock rattling her bones and causing her jaw to clench.<br/>
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Her ears pricked as Kaenta suddenly loomed in front of her, meeting his eyes directly as his hand pushed against her. There was a rustle of clothing as the young-looking woman fell back, more to avoid his hands than to let herself be held down. Wakana landed on her rear, hands smacking against the platform  as she held herself up.  A voice as cold as a glacier sounded out, soft and ominous. "Don't touch me." A glint of controlled fury passed from between their gazes as the kirin, glass-green eyes suddenly bright like poison staring daggers into his face. <i>How dare he. </i>Her lips curled in contempt as she heard his demand, such a vulgar thing to ask. Did he really expect her to entertain it? <br/>
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His other hand lingered over the ring that shone on his finger, the action so casual and out of place before a shock even stronger than the first tore a gasp out of the kirin's mouth. It was all the warning Wakana got before her back bowed sharply as shudders wracked a slender frame, the electricity piercing painfully from her head down to the tips of her toes. Her arms almost gave out on her as the ring's power lasted longer than the quick shock her escape attempt before had given her, and she tossed her head back, long hair whipping behind her to bite her lip and gaze up at Kaenta. The kirin's previous anger was still there, yet mixed now with a hint of fright.</span></span>