Thread: The Tribe [T-Virus and Seraph]

Sarah shrugged at his question and looked down at her tank-top as it started to stick to her body from the water she really should have changed her underthings, but she couldn't do that with Alinthea standing right there. For him, walking around as bare as the day he was born might have been appropriate about the opposite sex but she had been raised by a rather conservative family and set of ideals. She was still slightly flushed from him just seeing her in her bra and underwear--her bathing suit would have covered more than those two articles of clothing. She ran her fingers through her hair and started to separate the tangled mess into three parts as she once again braided it back. The young woman finally settled on a response, Just the way I was raised?... Her eyes moved to this swaying tail and she ignored the urge to lean down and watch it move slightly. She wondered if she poked or pet his tail, if he would react like a cat and purr? Did Nekos purr? That would be a good thing to find out--there were just so many questions she had to get answered because so little was known about Nekos. And what little was known was how to kill them, and she wanted that to stop. She remembered the first time she saw a Neko she had been five or six, and her parents had put on the news while they went about their morning chores and then it came on. The anchorman talked about the vicious mauling that had happened, and how they figured it had been a large cat when they found their first neko. For the longest time, she couldn't get the image of the Neko out of her mind it had been rail-thin, and looked half-mad as they showed a small clip of someone putting it down, for it's own good. Sarah had had nightmares for years, but in the end it had only strengthened her interest in finding out more about Nekos. They couldn't be all bad to say that would be as bad as looking at prisons and saying that all humans were bad because you looked at a bad sample population. But as Alinthea told her that she couldn't go into his encampment, the little bubble of joy that had been welling up in her chest burst and she actually heard her breath hitch. She coughed to remove the lump there, and looked at him in confusion before she turned to pack up her bag and reorganize it--focus on something else and she would feel better. She bit her bottom lip, before she glanced up at him, still kneeling by her bag, I can't not go into your camp...I need to so I can watch how your daily lives go, and how everything really is. There are some questions that you couldn't answer because you wouldn't think of really looking at it like that. She knew she was getting worked up, I didn't trek into this jungle just to be told no. I need to do this. I just...I just need to. I won't cause any problems, and I'll call Jeremy and Michael and tell them not to come--It'll just be me. Please? Her eyes were hopeful as she looked up into his and waited for an answer even if he said no, well, she could always follow him, or at least try to, and set up camp nearby and watch from a bush. It would be less than stellar conditions but she would still be able to create the full picture she wanted to present.