The moment felt so long, watching her from the corner of his eyes and yet he knew somehow that she would accept him, that this gesture would show her he meant no harm. His soul was bound to her and he knew not if she knew it. The Fates had decided and deep inside Yojimbo felt she wouldn't reject him, for she was equally as tied. Even after his frist imprinting on Akasha, Yojimbo knew not of this phenomenon. He knew not if the female felt as he did, or if he was alone on this journey of the soul. It was a mystery but one that Yojimbo embraced. Life held many surprises, many hidden discoveries veiled in mist, one just had to be daring enough to venture into the unseen, the unknown, and Yojimbo was almost always willing.
His posturing was not left alone for long. The primal goddess moved, his blue eyes turning to watch every subtle movement as she rushed towards him. He is reminded of that night with Isola, when he took her to see the flames on a dark night, but Isola was afraid of the flames. Yojimbo had wished to get a close look, to examine it closely with his eyes and little did he know this fire was to come to him in the form of a wolfess. He felt the rush of wind scream to him, her voice mixed in between and he could feel chills run down his spine. The moment she touched him sparks seem to fly into the air, her body like warm embers as she buried her face into his neck. Tail raised a bit more, wagged a bit faster as the rush of her, just HER, rushed through his body in a wonderful rampage of ecstasy. He pushed himself into her ever so slightly, embracing her as she desired to embrace him. He knew then, that she did indeed feel the pull, the universe focusing all into themselves. He could stand right here, just like this for ages and be beyond content with such an existence.
Eventually she pulled back, and where she once was felt suddenly cold and harsh without her, and he knew every touch was to be treasured. His blue eyes turn to look at her face once more, taking it in and memorizing every bit of it. He would know this face better than the stars in the sky, better than the path he took to get to Moladion from his previous home. It would stand out among all of his memories and thoughts, a face surrounded by wild vines and exotic flowers. He watches, his face kind and soft, though naturally strong as the red girl distorts her face, obviously thinking. The air between them vibrates again, his ears perking to take in her voice. She speaks differently than he, but Yojimbo had come across many who spoke differently. A gentle smile melted onto his face as he listened. He could have lasted forever without a single word with her, but she chose to speak, this one called Pompeii, Pei, Red. He was completely enamored as she tilted her head, her question bringing much thought to himself. Was she asking him to give her name, as those others important to her had? He assumed so, and it did not take much contemplating. There was a small moment of silence between them, as Yojimbo was known to hold silences longer than others, for he was one to think out his words with care. He lowered his head,eyes looking right into her soul.
"Gaia," he said softly, though he voice was deep like inky night sky on a moonless night. She was the primordial goddess, the earth incarnated and he had heard this name be called to such things, and this is what she was to him. It would be what he called her, and only what he called her. It was a special name, for she was a special female. Lifting his grey-touched face again, he speaks.
"My mother, she called me Yojimbo. I have been called The Stargazer, The Prince of Shadows, but dearest Gaia, What will you call me?" he asks, blue eyes like liquid water softening as he listened, ears perked in preparation for his Gaia's words, however long or short they may be. It was her voice that he craved and cherished, even only after a few moments of meeting.
Eight Years - Destined to Pompeii - Eternal Wanderer |