The sensation of being stalked. Of being prey in an open field. The anxiety of not knowing what lies beyond just outside her field of view. Senses screaming to look. Find the danger. Spot it, fixate so you know what direction to run.
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γ € " ... I wouldn't say 'without'," Ayre quips. The feeling is familiar... the way it creeps up her spine, sparks through her nerves. A part of her remembers his advice from last time - her eyes follow the sound, but don't turn directly to it. A breath comes from the android body's chest,
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"Aah...you." Came the low growl, just out of sight, which shadow was he in? Did it matter? "Come to visit me, stranger? And without fangs. A welcome comfort." Then came a purr. A setting paranoia, a bleeding sense of being stalked the wind in the trees and grass...was it the wind? Or something β
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γ € The last time they'd met, circumstances were rather miserable. This time, though, Ayre'd been more prepared - rather than just the unmanned AC, she'd brought her more social body down to the surface of the world in a small, attached pod.
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