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Posted on April 18, 2013 at 12:33:43 PM by E L R I C
Despite her reluctance, he did not stop with his grooming - she was beautiful without it, yes, but it felt right to help her. With all that had happened, it really was just his small token - a small display of what he could have done had he been better, had he been able to find her and stay beside her all that time ago. He didn't know whether or not he'd ever stop really blaming himself for whatever wrongs may have happened to her but he did know that he quite liked the way she starred, the way she seemed so unused to the way they were. It was as strange as it were endearing and perhaps there was some small part of him that found the idea of having such an unusual creature to himself alluring. So many were so much the same and if he had been a breath of fresh air, he imagined she would be a storm cell, or a year straight of spring. He laughed at the sound that came from her throat before he attempted to mimic it, a strange guttural sound reverberating over his tongue. It was an odd noise, one he had not made before and it shocked him a little - his eyes were wide in surprise before his features once more burst into a smile. Well, he had tried at least, he could just hope she did not take it offensively - he merely wished to test her quirks out for himself. It is then that she made her move, pressing even further against him as her tongue lashed out over his muzzle; he didn't know what to do having been caught off guard and he merely allowed the act, wide eyed with his tail thumping loudly in the grass behind them. She... she wanted to know of the animals? There were so many - how was he to describe them all? He wanted to show her, to take her right to them and catch them all for her. If they are what she wanted, then they were what she would get. He exhaled, his eyes fluttering as he attempted to find his place, to find where to begin. "Well, there are... dozens! Maybe even hundreds! Some are blue, like the sky, but some are red too like blood. There are tiny one's that swoop and dance in the sky - they are black, but blue, with white bellies and big, blood stained chests," his voice rose in excitement as he motioned into the sky with a sweeping motion, his own mind envisioning the swallows and cardinals diving through the sky above them, "And the pelts! They are most strange out there! Some are so thin, like they are missing so much of their fur and others are so thick - thicker than mine! They must go North in the Winter - they say the summer will kill them. I have seen wolves coloured like fire and some who look like rocks when they stand still. I will show you one day, Seren, I promise!" He slowed finally to catch his breath though silence never seemed to last long; she spoke then of the swamps and her collection and his mouth fell slack, his brows furrowed once more as he shook his head. Iromar - that was the swamps. That meant she knew his mother or at least, she knew of her but that was not important - Ruvindra was dangerous to go near thanks for the likes of his elder siblings. He reached out, resting his muzzle against hers before he spoke, his voice quiet and slow - he did not care for the strangeness in her words, merely for one thing that stood out entirely. "Is nobody feeding you? I will find you food - I will bring you it. I'd... I'd love to see your collection one day. Do you... kill them yourself? Or do you find them?" he was tentative with his question, hoping that she had not fallen to the level of killing her own time but even then, he was unsure as to how he would have felt. He had never experienced such things before, such a way of thinking that she had made him aware of. "Seren, you are beautiful without beaks and feathers, did you know that? If you want to be a bird, then I want to be your sky - I want the stars and the clouds all over me. Can you help me?" He just... wanted to make her happy, whatever that meant. |
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