I watched the boy in the subtle light of night. Watched as he was seemingly surprised by my arrival. He is mine. He was given to me by his mother years ago. I had no forgotten, but I was young then. Unable to find him on my own. I have him now though. My pretty boy. He is good to look at. I notice it more and more as I stare at him. If my eyes like to look at him, more than anyone thus far, it is good. It could only be good. I could look at him for endless time, white with hints of golden grace. Yes, he was my pretty thing. My boy to look at. Daemon was mine too, but Daemon was not too look at. I must learn from Daemon. He is an unknowing teacher of sorts. Yes. Both are mine and I am happy with this.
My tail wags behind me in the grass, patting on the blades and smashing them down closer to earth than gravity decided to do so. It wasn't too often my tail wagged like this. It is strange, I do not know why I am so excited to see Elric. I feel almost warm and fuzzy on the inside, a feeling I am not used to. I usually don't feel much at all. An empty shell, I am. A thing focused, a thing whose mind dominated over the heart. For whatever reason, Elric brought out the missing heart inside of me. Maybe he was my lost connection to the old world, a world I didn't so seem to care about but maybe that is because I do not allow myself to think of it. He is here though, he forces me to think about it to some extent. I keep my golden stare on him, my Elric. I do not want him to leave me right now. I must stalk him. He should not run from me like everyone else.
My ears perk, they perk a lot with his words, and I find myself turning my good ear a little bit closer to him. A single black paw lifts, I almost shake I am so excited. I am not used to being so excited, having my heart begin to run within my chest. That tingly feeling of blood and nerves activating for no apparent reason. He says that he is indeed mine and I put my paw down a step closer to him. My eyes, they stare right into his. My stunning eyes of golden, blanketed in a haze of blue. He does, however, say I am his, and I find this odd. Only Jaidah had ever called me theirs, but I am her daughter. I think...that I like that Elric calls me his.
I could probably keep silent for a while, but Elric doesn't allow the music of grasshoppers and owls to fill my ear alone. He speaks again, and I tilt my pretty head at what he says. I did not need him to look after me. I am fine, a rather independent one at that. I see the guilt in his face and I don't feel much towards it really. I do not know much about this expression on his face, I do not know what to make of it. I do, however, feel an urge. An urge to lick his face as he says his last statement. My creamy white muzzle lifts up suddenly, and my tongue lick his muzzle not once, not twice, but three times. I don't know what comes over me, really. My body gently presses against his. I feel that fuzzy feeling as I do. It is a positive feeling. I like it. My mind, it is taken off my normal fixations and is fixated on him. I still do not really smile, my face remains as wide eyed and...creepy as usual.
"Yes, mine, you say you will be here? I like your...warm," I say as I feel my body against his. It is strange, usually I say something about the body. The fur, the eyes, the build. But from him, it was the warm. It was a subtle warm, very subtle and some would not notice. But I notice. I notice the tiny change in temperature. I do not know if he notices but I do. I wish to steal his warmth for myself. I am not sure if it is okay though. Some don't like to be touched. I remember now. I take a step back, ears pushing back a tiny bit as I did so.
"I touched you. Is this okay?" I ask, tilting my head in that bird like manner I always did, twisting the imaginary feathers on my head, puffing them a bit as I imagine myself how I should be. If only I could have feathers...if only I could look how I wished.
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