<b>Re: Under the Glass Moon [MarxistPanda, xWickedBlackLace, Ve</b><br/><br/>It wasn't odd for Sybil to take comfort in Sara's touch. Normally she wasn't one to seek comfort in the presence of another. In fact, this whole experience had stressed just how accurate she'd always been in assuming the intentions of others were always selfish. Not Sara. She protected the girl with her life and likewise. It was the sick bond they'd formed by being together in that hour of distress. It was all she could do for the tears of frustration to stop pushing at her eyes. Oh Goddess and Consort, she couldn't let them fall. She wouldn't let them fall. She had too much pride.<br/><br/>She nodded as Sara confirmed her blurry visions. Usually it was clear just was she was going to see, but her link to the divine had been shady since her powers seem to have been disconecting and fading with this dark cell of a carnival. Gods help the one who created this mess if she caught hold of it and began to run it herself. That was her main goal. To turn the tides and whip the shit out of her "master".<br/><br/>She was beginning to see things that simply weren't there. The moonlight...it had always brough her so much comfort when the sun set, and even a small bit of heat. Swallowing hard, she nodded once more. It hadn't even been difficult for Sybil to stay awake. She could do so for days without any issues...and she wasn't even tired yet. She knew, however, that the could would eat at her Pysche enough to force her into sort of a hybranation if not permanantly so.<br/><br/>The warmth from Sara was all she needed to gain a bit of that energy back. She nuzzled into her neck, her own body heat faint. Thus, they created warmth together, their skin touching and pressing into one another as Sybil wrapped her arms around her precious kitten, who'd become her best friend in a matter of time. If this were to end, she wasn't sure they would lose contact as the woman had grown dear to her heart.<br/><br/>She took a moment to arch her back into the touch, her own hands instinctively exploring the other females bare skin. The exchange in energy was happening and warmth was beginning to rise to her surface when a voice made her jump into the other females body.<br/><br/>He own Serpentine reflexes caused her to stand upright, cradling Sara against her body as she looked around for the deep male voice that spoke to them. However, it wasn't familiar. It wasn't anything she'd heard before and the very thought made her tremble. Her newly found warmth pumped through her body now in the form of anger and defense.<br/><br/>"W-who...Who the hell are you?" she asked, looking around. Still, her vision was fuzzy as her eyes darted around. Her sense of smell was what was honing in on this unfamiliar presence. "What the hell do you want?" she snapped, far from welcoming. Should she be mistaken, and it was her master, she would be severely punished.