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Posted on July 7, 2010 at 10:45:57 PM by Jensen & Kopa

Jensen & Kopa
rulers and guardians of the vista mountain

“Jensen!” Kopa said, as he slid into the room panting, apparently having run through the castle in order to find his master as he had felt the angry, painful twinge. The lion’s blue eyes were wide in shock as he looked from Jensen’s bleeding fist, to the red liquid smeared against the wall opposite. “You idiot” Kopa said, trying to keep his voice steady, whilst feeling slightly afraid too, he never knew what to do in situations like this, “what have you done?” It was with a strange detachment that Jensen looked down at the ruined knuckles of his right hand, each one sporting an angry wound, and one sticking out on an odd angle. The pain shot through him like a throbbing second heart beat, and he bit down hard on his lip, before looking sideways, hazel eyes falling upon the familiar form of his familiar.

Kopa sighed, mouth slightly agape, “I’m going to go and find someone to patch you up,” he said simply, before turning and leaving the room. Jensen watched him leave, slowly becoming aware of the heat of his body, risen by his temper, and leaned back against the stone wall, the coldness, seeping through his khaki army-vest. He closed his eyes again, trying to steady his breathing and dismiss from his mind the thoughts which had riled him so much in the first place. There was something wrong with him, of that Jensen was sure as he sunk down towards the floor, the blood from the wounds on his hand dripping onto the floorboards. He seemed to flit so easily between sorrow and rage, with periods of respite where he could just about manage to make out the light at the end of the tunnel in which his past had trapped him. What would his father say if he saw him now? Jensen wished that he could answer that question truthfully without causing himself pain. He wanted to say that his father would understand, would have helped him to his feet and done everything a father should do. Yet Jensen knew that the reality would be very different, his father would have told him to get a grip, or given him some speech about how through rage and pain one could find what they needed to be strong. That was not what he wanted to hear, but in truth he did not know what he wanted, not really.

Kopa rounded the next corner, his eyes falling upon someone he was very eager to see and bounded down the corridor towards her and her arctic fox. “Phoenix!” the lion said, skidding to a halt just short of her feet and looking up into her eyes, his own expressing his feelings of worry and concern. She would know that something was wrong. “Can you come with me? Its Jensen he’s...hurt himself.” The feline sighed, his strong shoulders rising and falling in a fluid motion, “I don’t mean he’s tripped I mean he actually hurt himself...and I think...it might have been on purpose, and he’s bleeding and I have no idea what to do!” Kopa fixed her with an imploring gaze, before turning and padding back the way he had come, trusting that she would follow.








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