she watched him. she absorbed him. the exact shade of crimson that covered most of his body, the nervous light in his eyes as he took her in, the way he spoke. and oh the way he shifted and moved! he moved with a fluid grace, the grace she had yet to see in a male. he was a dream, one that she would nurture and stall until it finally ended and he simply left her. she watched as he shifted and fidgeted, still a languid and graceful as ever. she wanted to touch him, to make sure he was real and that she hadn’t drifted off and he was a dream or she was simply delusional and he was some sort of sick, twisted fantasy. she hoped he was real, she hoped she wasn’t simply dreaming or being delusional. she wanted to rest her head against his in the privacy of a shared den, the area that was reserved especially for a couple, for siblings, for children and their parents. it was reserved for only the most intimate of relationships and she found herself shocked by the yearning to experience that with him.

females were the weaker gender. it had been beat into her, they were to be seen not heard. her sister was a rarity, a priceless gemstone in the real world, so independent, so feisty. her sister had gone against the grain, the way the pack was. she fought against everyone, against their mother who begged and pleaded with her to be as she had been taught, against pandora herself who tried to talk her into at least being more docile, against their father who tried to beat it into her, against the alpha who tried to starve her into their ways, against the world in which she was born. but pandora hadn’t been able to fight against her family, the ones who, even though they silenced her, would keep her safe and fed and save her a place in their dens if she ever needed it. she started as he laughed at her and she looked down at her paws, hurt filling her. so she was simply a joke to him, wasn’t she? she was a creature that was simply to amuse him. what amused him so? was it her awkwardness, her ugliness, her inability to speak to him, perhaps? she shifted her weight, her eyes focusing slightly on him, hurt still alight in them before she turned her narrow maw down to rest her chin on her chest.

his words slipped through the silence they had adopted, her eyes widening as they registered in her mind. he regretted his words. she could see it as he exhaled darkly, heavily. she stared at him, taking a small step backwards. she recoiled from him, staring at him with hurt eyes. was this a sick, twisted joke? there was a lass, there was a lass waiting for him back from whichever home he had come from. why would he lead her on like that, why would he do that to her? hadn’t he realized, yet, that she was a delicate creature? a dove? he had someone, she knew, he had to have someone. such a beautiful creature must have someone to love him, someone to welcome him home after each day when he was gone. hell, he probably had a litter, youths that would follow him everywhere, youths that would love him and cherish him. she took another tentative step away from him, her dark lookers invisible in the indigo night.

she was no fighting soldier. but she was her own form of warrior. she was a sweetheart. she was shy. she was innocent. she was pup-like, with the ability to melt even the strongest of soldiers. it was how she had survived. she melted her father’s stern anger until he was easily molded to meet her request of waiting for to be paired. but before she had been selected, the pack was uprooted. it was a twisted, sick thing that happened to her, but she couldn’t help what happened to the family and as horrible as it was, she couldn’t help but be thrilled by the fact that she was no longer bound to the awful traditions of her family, of her pack. she might not have been a fighting soldier, but anyone could agree she had the traits of one. she had endured hardships, she had learned to take herself, and she had was as loyal, she had stayed true to her family hadn’t she? she had been frozen, frozen in time, after his lyrics had flowed like poison from his maw. new words, words one only dared to speak to their soul mate, the one they truly love. and yet he was speaking them. would he take this sick joke that far? or, she wondered watching him with wide eyes as he flattened his ears and crept towards her like a shy child, was he being true, honest. he offered her his crown towards her, waiting.

his heart was raw, she realized. he needed someone soft, sweet, pure….he needed someone to teach him how to love, how to care, how to cherish. he needed someone like her. and, she realized, watching him with soft eyes, she needed him as well. she needed him to protect her, love her, treasure her in the manner in which she had never been, in all the life she had suffered through. they were truly the meaning of “opposites attract”. she was shy and delicate and not at all lovely and he was everything that she wasn’t. he was confident, he was suave, he was a soldier. and here they were, frozen in time, with an indigo sky sheltering them from the angered, harsh world outside of Blossom Forest. she leaned forward, her muzzle gently brushing against his and she inhaled, leaning into his touch, a shiver racing down her spine.


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