a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate*

It had been a sudden shock to him when it happened, when the connection was made and his life became no longer just his own. He knew in that instant he would do whatever it was the female asked of him. At any time, for any reason.

Then she was gone, and Constance was left in a state of bewildered uncertainty. He did not know what to do, or even what he would say to the pretty lady that made his heart pound and his lungs gasp for breath.

He couldn't find her for awhile. Problem was he hadn't caught her scent or name; he'd been too far away. So he was left to wandering around in hopes to find her again.

Which was when it happened. The pain that seared through him and had him quivering where he lay. He had no reason to be in pain, but things had felt odd since that connection had happened. It had to be her. Constance just did not know how to find her to make it better.

And he did so much want to make it better.

Everything within him wanted that; to help and be there for her. Whatever she needed, whenever she needed it. Constance wanted to be that for her. The mystery lady that had captured him in ways he could not understand.

When he felt the pull after walking awhile, he did not hesitate to move quickly in the direction. It felt so right to go where he felt he was being yanked.

He came upon the scene, aching in some unknown way and caught sight of the one who seemed to glow like no other. There was another female there too, and Constance was hesitant as he stepped closer to them, tail wagging slowly behind him and looking all the meeker so they knew he meant them no harm.

"I feel hurt that isn't my hurt.... is it yours?"

He asks Fathom this, though he does not know her name yet. He wants to; it's a burning desire within him the moment it crosses his mind, but he did not yet ask. He waits.