Starved Beast

For some minutes we sat in separate kaleidoscopes of emotion, not knowing what either should do. Her expression was cautious yet careful - although unfortunately not lustful - yet it did contain angst and the beginnings of empathy, and I sensed that it was born of something hidden within her soul that maybe I could foster. I was a brute and she was a lady, and yet there was an unspoken contradiction that connected us - something indeterminate, intuitively innate and incandescent, something spiritual, and because of it, she seemed to relax.

She took the weight from her leg and sat upon a large boulder. She was still a little distance from me but she was calmer, lighter, but still half in darkness and half in reflection of the light. "I know what it's like to lose someone you love," she sniffed somberly, looking around and studying the layout of my home, admiring its domed ceiling and its thousands of dagger like stalactites.

The fact that she was looking at it made me look too, and as