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At first Racheal was stone cold acting. But when he gestured his hand and said his name, she mellowed out a little bit, taking his hand. "Racheal, call me Widow or Shadow." She said simply, not disrespecting this guy. "So I take it your not leaving till you want to?" She asked, when she got no response she nodded. "Thought so." She breathed out, walking and sitting down on the couch. "Why are you here?" She asked, crossing her legs and leaning back into the soft couch. It felt so good to relieve some of the back pain and stress she had been feeling lately. Where her wings had gotten removed was irritated and itchy, even through showers she couldn't manage to stop scratched at her bare skin. Her nails sharp, felt like she was trying to make herself into raw hamburger the way she was scratching. Moving side to side on the couch to relieve the itchy, Racheal looked at Prince Nuada again. Waiting for him to answer her question.

Racheal looked at him cross, "Love? What is that?" She said as he turned her and lifted her shirt to look at her back. Racheal flashed him a 'Watch it' look. Turning back around she fixed her shirt. Knowing that he had probably picked up that she had a bit of Griffin in her blood so she wasn't gonna ask how'd he know about the wings. "The itching is driving me-" Just then, her dog came out of the back room, jumping up on her and pushing her into Prince Nuada. Noses touching. "Crazy." She finished off, gazing deep in his eyes. She had to admit, he did have some pretty eyes. Widow what are you doing!? Snap out of it you twit! Her mind shouted angrily at her. Ignoring her thoughts, its like she was paralyzed and couldn't move a single inch. Her dog sniffed the prince, wanting to see who he was. She wasn't even aloud to have a dog there but she didn't care at all. Something inside her made her tilt her head and lean in a bit more. Finally, her lips met his and it was an instant spark. The first kiss may have not been so, thought out, but this one... This one was different. This one was sincere and was meant to bring them closer together with a strong bond.

Racheal shook her head. "I'd rather not." She said a little stiff. She couldn't believe she kissed him! Waiting for his next question, Racheal scratched her back again with her 'claws'. She leaned back and looked at him. "Your princess? I'm declining." She said, scratching her head a little bit and smoothing her hair down. She couldn't believe this joke! Asking her to be his princess this early! It was just rude, well in her eyes it was. Something in her snapped and she grew super angry with him. She jumped up, "Just who do you think you are coming in here and asking me those questions!?" She said, baring her now long fangs. Racheal was ready to fight him.

Racheal totally paniced when he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. She beat down hard on his back, thrashing around wildly again. This time, she actually pushed herself forward. Making her land head first onto the hard floor. It didn't hurt at all, despite the bloody nose. "Don't you ever do that again!" She said, honestly she was actually fighting back the feelings she had began to develop for this guy. Nervous and ensecure, Racheal leapt over the couch and stood on the other side, glaring at him. "Now leave!" She demanded, tighting her grip on the couch. She remembered her gun but refused to pull it out. She didn't want to kill him, but she did want him to just leave her alone. Racheal waited, silence flooded the room as she stared him down. Racheal refused to back down from this guy, knowing that if she did, he'd always come back. She wanted to get the message clear that she was nobody to mess with and she didn't want to be loved.

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Red soon joined Liz in the feeding area. "You okay? You've been acting strange ever since this afternoon." He said and sat down in front of her. Wanting to know if his one true love was okay.

Racheal took the cloth gently, wipping her nose and lip. She looked at him, still not trusting him fully. "I have fun when it's nescessary and safe to let down my guard. Which is never." She said, looking him over. She finally got her nose to stop bleeding after a few minutes, moving away from him everytime he neared her. "I don't smile." She said. "It's a show of weakness." She said, seeing how he was making these cute faces. Finally a smile forced it's way onto Racheal's face. Her cheeks grew hot as she backed up to the wall, stiff as a board. She didn't know why her body felt all funny and why she felt so 'loving'? She hated this guy and she tried to act that way. But her body just refused to let her blieve that. Racheal blinked a few times, her hazel eyes tracing his figure.

Wrapping her arms around his neck as they kissed she couldn't help but kiss back. Okay, fine, she liked him some. When they pulled apart she stare deep into his eyes as he talked to her. Almost ignoring what he said. Something over came Racheal as she starred into his eyes. "Yes." She said and pulled him back to her and into a hug. She didn't know what she just did but if it kept this guy around, she was perfectly alright with it. Smiling again as she touched his soft hair it made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. "Prince, I feel all warm and fuzzy inside... Is that a good thing?" She asked, she had never felt that way before and it creeped her out the way she had butterflies in her tummy. Things were just changing so fast now adays, way to fast for Widow to actually get a good grasp on.

Racheal smiled some. "I wouldn't call it love." She insisted, blushing heavier than ever at that moment. She looked at him as hhe asked about her past. Why was everyone so curious anyway!? Well, she'd better just tell him and get it over with. If not, she may have to hear him talk about it all the time. "I don't open up to people but if you must know, when I was a baby, my parents died from some illness that was spreading around. Shortly after, I was sent to live with my aunt. Growing up with her, I wasn't always so quiet, in fact I was a loud mouth." She said with a grin. "Hard to believe I know. Well then I started growing my first set of wings, you know how that goes, molting and itching and ugh." She said. "I spent some of my teen life in a prison, they had put me there for starting a fight with King Balor. They were actually supposed to kill me but he took pitty for some reason." She paused. "I was beaten so bad and treated poorly in that 'jail'. People would walk by with sharp sticks and jab them at me, they'd throw stuff at me, and a lot of other things. But see, things were way more uncivilized back when I was young. Once in a while a nice villager would slip me an apple or two while the guards weren't looking. But one day I just got really tired of all the abuse and such and when the next person came at me with a stick I grabbed them through the bars and actually killed him." She shook her head. "Everyone deamed me dangerous and had a chain tied around my neck and shackles on my wrists so I couldn't run off. Then came the starvation. I went days without eating anything and when I finally did, it was either moldy or tasteless." She took a deep breath. "I'd get water but only if I earned it. My aunt actually stopped by once but only to offer the guards she remove my wings and banish me to the above world." Racheal took another deep breath, her voice slow and smooth. "They took a sharp sword, driving it deep into my wings, where they attached to me anyway. They twisted and twisted and cut through the bone, ripping it off without a second thought. I've got the scars between my shoulder blades." She said, no sympathy for herself. "It stopped bleeding a day or two after. When they finally set me free, which was a few months later, I was bone thin. Every rib in my chest was showing and the chain had cut deep into my neck, nearly killing me." She said. "I survived though, staggering out onto the above world. I swore then and there that I'd try and at least stop the underground city from taking over and I'd have my revenge on anyone and everyone who ever did me wrong. Which I already have." Racheal said, laying on her back.

Racheal shrugged her shoulders, "Believe what you want. What happened, happened." She said, sitting up and catching a glimpse at the necklace. She could tell the color but nothing else. Racheal tilted her head slightly, "What's that?" She asked, just before pulling her cut off gloves off and tossing them onto the coffee table. Racheal was so bored now and she wanted him to leave actually. Even though she had feelings for him, she wanted to be alone. Her hair was behind her shoulders but over her ears, tickling her. Racheal never showed her ears around anyone. Nothing was wrong with them, she just thought it wasn't right to have your ears out for the whole world to see. One of her 'friends' didn't have an ear on one side of his head. It was ripped off in battle, poor guy. Racheal kicked her shoes off and tucked her feet under her.