I take a quick glance back at her- emotionless. Inwardly, I couldn’t help but smile. Good- I kept her guessing. But that’s before I said those scary words… scary for me- hopefully good for her. Plummage sweeps under her chin line, wafting my masculine musk right up her narettes. At this, I chuckle darkly. I was intoxicated on her scent, and I was hoping that she was the same on mine- afterall, if the feeling is mutual, what good is an overdose? Her lyrics that respond back to my own keep my audettes pricked. Silently, I hiss at her that I’ve just made a huge leap between two rocks that are thousands of feet apart… And because of her answer, I’ve just grown the wings of a falcon…. A very large one at that, but in other words, I’m able to make it to the other side safely. I’d like to see Spirit: Stallion of the Cimmaron beat that stunt.
After I’m done being caught up in la-la-love-you-land, I take the time to realize that this might not have been the best idea I’ve ever come up with in my life. The rocks here are as deceiving as they are unsturdy… however, my precious love takes them on with a heave and begins the incline. It makes me shiver to think that this is my girl. As flirtatious as I am, I’ve picked out a loyal partner- my sages flash and I feel my heart double-take. Let’s see how we get through the teenage years before we start thinking about adult life, shall we Captain? We shall. Her attempts at temptatious movements have me instantly. Sure, they’re not too smooth, but they’re not in vain, that’s for sure. She had me at page one- and now she’s actually trying just for me. For ME. I laugh up towards her, breaking the silence with my own laughable words- however inappropriate they might be. “Shake it like a polaroid, darling- you’re looking great.”
This laugh is broken and silenced when a single pebble cascades away from her paws. Shit. I’ve already begun to climb after her, but she is worrying me to death… once again, I’m faced with the terrible regret that I haven’t done something for her. I should have gone first so that I could have picked out a safe pathway for her to follow through, but nooo, Captain NEMO never thinks of others before he thinks of himself, does he? And the buzzer sounds off… WRONG. In the game of deal or no deal- I’d be a sore loser, but then again, why go on a game show when you’ve already got a million bucks in the form of a mistress? Dangerous ivories glint with sunlight as I continue ascending up the rocks. She says something inaudible to me, but it doesn’t sound too good… I subtly wonder to myself if she just cursed… Haha, oh god, I would pay to see her bitch out another varg, preferably Riuk. She stops this time and turns towards me, posting forth an inquiry that I didn’t see coming. Not. I instantly drop the smile. “Keep moving, love. It’s not that interesting, but there’s details that are worth knowing. I push forward, focusing on where I should start. Well… why not from the very beginning? Or what I had to think of as the beginning.
“I woke up a few weeks before I joined Spring Grounds. I was in woodland areas, with nothing but the crows to keep me company. I had no idea who I was, where I was from, or what my purpose in life was. I weighed slightly less than a new adolescent teen varg does, and my ribcages showed through. I taught myself how to scavenge and learned to socialize with others through the way the birds crowed and what not. Sorry for having a dirty mouth.” If she’s watching me, I send up a smile at this. “A few days after I left the crows and their sailor’s mouth, I was caught up in a wildfire and got the right side of my palette singed clean off. Every now and again, I get glimpses of my life before now, but they mostly consist of voices and smells. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that there were more of my kind. I was alone. Insanity set in and I ventured to a town by the sea- just drowned in waves of smelly pale-faced creatures. I fought for scarce meals, which mostly consisted of fish bones and sometimes… never mind. In any case, it was disgusting. However, I gained confidence there. I found a name, NEMO, and set myself a dream after meeting a mutt who lived with the freaks.” Even now, the whole story that had taken place within a few weeks is hard to believe. I hope Jaida won’t think that I’m lying. “And then I found Blossom Forest- fought my way into the rankings of Spring Grounds by leading that pack hunt. And then I found my novacaine. A girl who makes all the terrible voices screaming in this crazed mind tone their volume down more than normal. I am thankful, Jaida- for the drug you’ve injected into me.” As I wait quietly for her opinion on this, the ivory colored flakes of ice begin to fall serenly from the heavens above. Thankfully I still have my winter cloak, so the cold won't reach me until it gets really bad.
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