It is mid spring, Sen's favourite time of the year, when the blossoming flowers are fresh and everything is coming to life after the deadness that is winter. But this spring, he does not feel the usuall chipper happiness that he does. It was in the dead of winter he had met Hush, and though they had only had one encounter, he ached to see her again, to speak with her. He had not forgotten how she had run from him, but he did not hold it against her. It was not in her nature to stay, and this Sen accepted fully and completely. He only wondered if she would allow him to see her again, if he happened upon her. Which was probably how he found himself where he was now, deep within the Midwestern crater. He knew it to be her place, her home. And he knew where her secret little sanctuary lay. With ease and silent stealth, he wound his way within the trees of the thicket, until he happened upon it. The familar sweet, lovely scent of Hush assaulted his senses, but so did something else. Something about her scent was different, was odd. He could not quite place his finger on it, but upon discovering that she was not in fact home- he turned his pale body to follow the freshest trail of hers he could find.
As he closed in on her, judging by the growing strength of her scent, he wondered idly how she would react to him. Bright lavender irises shine with concern and curiousity as he rounds the last set of brush that finally brings her into view. And he is stopped in his tracks. Hush is laughing, that lovely, wonderful, tinkling laugh of hers, but that is not what has him frozen. It's the fact that her sides are bulging, that her frame is thick and heavy. He tells himself she gained weight, he tells himself that she is simply fat from the winter, and that is okay. But he knows better than this- oh, he knows so much better. A whine slips from his slender muzzle before he can help it, and he takes a tentative step forward. He knows it is her, but part of him does not want to believe it so. Part of him wants to dart away himself, to run from her- but the rest of him, the more assertive part, forced him to stay as he is. He has to talk to her, he has to see her. He has to look into those wonderfully deep and bright violet irises of hers.
"Hush?.." Just as his step was, his voice is just as tentative, if not more. It holds wonder to it, curiosity, as well as concern. He can smell a musky scent of male on her, as well as others, but there isn't quite any scent that gives way to the fact if she is mated or not. Has she found someone? Was this done to her out of force? What happened? Millions of questions swamp Sen's mind, but he keeps quiet, unsure of what to ask or what to say. And so he waits for her, waits for her to turn to him, and speak to him. Waits for those mesmerizing violet irises to hone in on him, and only him.
how do you go back when everything
you have ever known is dead and gone |