|raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote in ffvii_100,|
@ 2007-11-25 21:51:00
|Current music:||Beam Me Up - The Creeps|
|Entry tags:||author: raisedbymoogles, prompt: tongue-tied|
Behind the Glass
Title: Behind the Glass
Characters: Hojo, Nanaki
Word Count: 100
Resting his head on his foreleg, Nanaki tracked the movement of the figure outside. The thick glass blurred the human's features, but the containment tube was not airtight; Hojo's scent was sharp in the air, antiseptic and Mako and other people's fear, making Nanaki's mane bristle.
Like most humans, Hojo was susceptible to illusions - it was easy to convince him Nanaki was just another subsentient animal. The game was tiresome and demeaning, but it kept the few remaining members of his race safe. But that wasn't why Nanaki pretended.
He was, quite simply, scared to death of the man.