"Why would she do that?"
"I really don't know."
Machli was trying not to be vexed. He was trying to be sane. He was trying not read odd meanings to what had happened earlier. He actually didn't know what to think or how to make it into taunting thoughts. His jaw was shifting. He knew he might be left with no choice but to keep hanging in thoughts. He was getting confused and more. He had no idea what Reagan was up to. She had never been like that. She was quite the lady with a soft spot. She of course wasn't the all tough type of lady. She wasn't supposed to do anything close to what did happened. He was trying to figure out to no avail. Pain was pawning his rage. He wasn't ready to give in. He could use quite the numbers of feelings but pain. He kept browsing his thoughts for suiting answers to no avail. How would all his efforts be tantamount to naught. H
"Most times, life is simply unfair. We've just got to suck from it whatever it serves us. We most times don't have the choice to make. Choices have already been made. We're simply just to act the scenes which had been written out. Written out by some fingers or claws which had been trained by time." He advanced. He had been sitting. He obviously was tied. She was tired also and would seize that medium. She could make use of it also and stretch her limbs. But if she truly wanted to be true to herself, then she did know that the rest was not supposed to be a choice. She was liberated. He returned to where he stood from. She didn't know what to think of him. Quite the numbers of thoughts were rippling in her subconsciousness. She wouldn't seem so vulnerable. She wasn't sure if she had been. She had been walking and walking until she had accosted him. She could discern from distance that he was
"What are your motives." She looked at him. He was graceful. His eyes were comely. She knew that and had acknowledged that to herself over and over again. She was hoping that she hadn't sweep emotions into a whole for him. It's been just two days since they met but it did seem as though they had known themselves since forever. She had no idea from where the chemistry came. There was no use for complicating the odds being a tamed. She observed him again. He was way better than all other tigers she had ever seen. She wasn't sure if she had seen any other tiger except her family. She didn't want to think about them. They were not worth her thoughts. She wouldn't give her thoughts to the smothering thoughts of who they were or how odd they had been to her. She tried to concentrate on the question he had asked. She did hope she had answer to it. She wasn't sure but wanted to be. She was maki
"Where do you think she had gone to? She obviously does not have ideas of how many spots are here. Only if she did want to feign it. I'm not sure she knew what she had in mind before running away. I tell you, I'm not sure. " Botha could see the worries etched in his father's face. He knew when he wanted a break and when he did have the strength to do the undo. He was heaving salient sighs at intervals and was giving his best. He had been worried all the time and was yet worried. He had been given to the throbbing thoughts as a loan that probably he had no idea what fate would wring off his mercy. He was finding it quite difficultly to regulate his breath. He obviously was waning by time and sooner or later, he would be tossed to the rage of death where obviously he would be squashed by the trained grasped of death. He hadn't said anything before then. They had been walking. They hadn't been resting quite the numbers of times before then and were taking a turn of rest. That was not
"So, mother. Where are we going from here?" He wasn't much behind her. He kept his pace behind and kept abreast of things which were likely to happen beyond. She didn't seem like one who would answer his question. He knew that she wouldn't keep to that forever. He knew that, sooner or later, she would of course have a reason to at least say something to him. He couldn't catch a gaze of her face. She was quite the steps ahead. He tried walking a bit faster to look into her face and rehearse the words but relented instead. He was trying to figure what might be wrong with her. Probably she was yet vexed from the experience she had sucked from the bone of contention with her husband, his father. He tried not to put that into some real push, but he knew that he would be telling himself some lanky lies. He wouldn't help the odds. Twas not possible. He tried to concentrate on how to get her attention. She didn't
"Unbelievable!"" He spoke as though he was trying to convince himself. He pushed out the words and watched the effect it possibly would have on his instinct. He was trying to severe his options. He was putting into consideration what the contention was. He didn't want to take it that he was the one who was guilty or who had done what was wrong. No one did accuse him of anything. He had no idea why he was that jumpy. He wanted to forget that everything did happen. He wanted to forget that he was made a pawn. He was trying to be what a father would be. But he was getting it wrongly. After the return from the city of the elevated ones, he hadn't been his real self. He had been tossed side by side by odds of time. He did try to find his bearing for naught. He couldn't arrive at a sane conclusion. He had been trying to be who he used to be but it had been much different. That did put him on a spot and h
"Huh?" He knew that he heard something. Kinda a voice. Twas real and pricked his consciousness. He knew that twasnt some illusion. At least if he was not telling lies to himself. He tried to settle the dispute between his mental ken and his rage. He needed to affirm a stance. He was sweeping his new thoughts into a whole. He was putting his ideas into a place. He was driving his motive and goals towards discerning what had been supplanted. Twas all to no avail. He couldn't arrive at a sane stance. He wanted to, but couldn't. The more he tried, the lazier he seemed. He wasn't ready to give in to or ignore what had been let loose. He was trying to figure out the odds. He was trying to prune his rage. He was trying to make his acumen worth the sight. He couldn't had made up the voice in his callous consciousness or sewn subconsciousness. He knew that he did hear something - a voice. He knew that
" Machli, Machli, Machli..." That was the trail of words he heard. He heard only the words but not the owner. He wanted the owner to see but was left hanging in curiosity. He was pining for what was not far away from him. He was longing for what was at his disposal. All he needed was just to be patient enough but he was defected. He wouldn't. He couldn't wait for it. His heart had tiptoed and he was giving it all he could, he guessed. Who was the person who had called him? Who knew him? Who was acquainted with his name? He couldn't be really sure. He couldn't arrive at a sane conclusion. But of course he needed to be sure. He needed to arrive at a sane conclusion. He needed to put his heart up. He needed a mark to make. He needed to put quite the numbers of things straightly. He was counting his options. He couldn't be sure whether or not he was save. He couldn't be sure whether or not he knew wher
"Her foil..." She was little. Kinda tiny. That was the only way she could describe her. She looked kinky also. Her head was red and her body white. She was ridiculously short. Reagan did want to laugh but couldn't simply bring herself to doing that. Not that she was afraid of being cursed if she did laugh. She needn't do that. There was no sane point in making jest of a creature. She wasn't used to such stances. She wasn't used to such trails. She wouldn't trail such tracks. She could use quite the numbers of distinctive odds. She was trying to figure how possible it had been for the fairy to had survived the evil of the hemisphere. Even she who was lanky was finding it quite difficultly to relate or put up with the odds. She knew that things were bent and could not be channeled towards the right course. She was making her guesses known. She was putting her odds side by side. She was pruning h