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Posted on April 29, 2013 at 08:06:18 PM by HUSH
 the boys who kiss and bite
The sound of his voice made her smile. It was good to hear him talk, even if she couldn’t understand the words; he was feeling better. She could feel him relax under her gentle nursing; the taste of blood became less potent on her tongue as the moments passed. She stopped licking when the bleeding was done. The wound was still open and, she imagined, quite painful, but at least it was clean. Hopefully her efforts would prevent infection from spreading to the kind-hearted fellow. He was pleasant to sit with: quiet in a natural way. She felt no pressure to speak, and no pressure to stay silent, either. Theirs was an easy companionship. She watched the last of the blood trickle downstream and took it as a symbol of conclusion. Their ordeal with the hellion was truly over and her friend would survive, albeit scarred. She made a face at his gratitude, as if to suggest that it was wholly unnecessary to thank her, but smiled into his warm eyes anyway. Only when he introduced himself did she come to understand that his exotic accent did not come without penalties: her first language was his second. Ah, well. She wasn’t worried. They had done okay so far. “I’m fine…Coszcotl?” she replied awkwardly, the word strange in her smiling mouth, endearing eyes soft with apology. The wound on his neck made her feel guilty and she stole a concerned glance at it. “I owe you my life,” she said quietly as she rose to leave his side. She was unconcerned with his understanding of the phrase – or lack thereof. She left Coszcotl sitting on the bank of the creek and followed it into the forest, still within his sight, searching out hidey holes where the frogs liked to spend their evenings. After some splashing and a triumphant “Ha!” she returned, dripping, to face her companion. She proudly dropped the limp frog at his feet and gave her ginger tail a wave. “It’s not much,” she apologized, “but it’ll give you strength to move on. You should eat your fill and then rest. I believe we’re safe now.” It was an offering of peace. It was a polite dismissal. She owed this attractive creature her life, but he couldn’t have it today. Not yet. She put some distance between them, crossing the creek to the opposite bank. The evening shadows congealed around them as night forced itself between the forest trees. She yawned, circled once, and lay down in the wide space between two large roots, the sturdy trunk protecting her back. Her eyes drifted closed and she kept an ear on him, listening to know when he was lost in sleep. She would sleep too, for a short while, but by sunrise she would be gone. they sing in clever tongues
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- Rising~●~Sun - By Coszcotl May 1, 2013 at 05:31:00 PM
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