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He had felt the pain like some distance ghost over his skin, and it forced him to move almost blindly towards where he knew Anemone must be. He was concerned over the pain that was running through him. He stumbled a little as he went, feeling somewhat disoriented from the entire ordeal. He had no idea where exactly he was going and how far away it was, but the more he moved in the direction he was now going, the more connected he felt. Which was, in some ways, worse. But Sabriel would not run from this, not when his imprint might need him, not when she was in pain. He thinks it was from the birth, because the echo of thougth-feelings weren't what he figured they would be from a violent attack. There seemed to be some excitement to it, as well. Birthing seemed strange to him with this connection going on, those faint slivers of what should be pain but wasn't quite that he was feeling. It was certainly uncomfortable.

But he was going anyway, just in case he was needed, just in case something went wrong. Just in case she needed her den protected. He might not be much in looks or real strength, but he would still do all he must to try and keep Anemone safe. That was the only thing his mind was on right now. Protecting her, keeping her safe. He did feel those moments of something that much be happiness of a sort that went through him, which he took to meaning that it was going pretty well thus far. Then there was the brief calms and more pains, and Sabriel was feeling a little dizzy by the fact that he really wasn't enduring this but his mind made it seem as if he were. Too strange, but he just kept moving. More happy feelings and he felt his own triedness from the journey; he'd been wandering a lot lately, trying to figure out his own emotions to this entire thing. And the ghosting, smouldering type pain of what seemed to come from her.

Finally things were calming down, and he knew he was passing a border as he moved to get closer to his imprint, but he was drawn to her, and he couldn't stop. He felt too much concern right now. Needed to be near her. Needed her to know he was there if she needed him to be. Finally the birth smell was strong in his nose and he found the den. "Anemone?" He called out, a few paces from the entrance still, and trying very hard now to be still, to not venture too close in case it made her nervous. He did not want that, not at all. -- "It's Sabriel..." She probably knew that already. "I'm here, if you need me..." His voice was a little strained, but sincere. His skin trembles as he listened, waiting for her to speak. "I just had to make sure you were okay, that everything went okay..." He paused, then felt more worry. Had it? "Is everything good in there? Do you need anything at all?" He questioned, blinking. "Maybe uhm.. food..?" Yeah, it was a new experience for sure.


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male -- eleven -- mate to micteca -- soulbound to anemone -- gypsy