Her eyes did not change, and her reaction did not change. He felt uncomfortable, like he was being peered into in a way that has never been done to him before. Her eyes, they were unlike any other eyes that have gathered his light before. He found himself looking into them with his own blue and black eyes. He absorbed it for a moment, wondering why this was so different than any other meeting he has had with any other wolf or creature. What was so damn special about her? On the surface, as far as he could tell, she was just a plain jane regular wolf.
He listened as she explained, his tail flicking behind him slightly. He was still relatively on edge, gold and white fur prickled a bit. He wanted to understand so he could end it. He did not process how they were bound- indeed he found that they were literally not bound, so why did she say so? His forehead wrinkles as she hesitates on what she means...when she shakes her head to him demanding it be undone.
Her words sing slightly when she says this...action, whatever it is, this bond of non-physical means cannot be undone. He feels his head shake slightly as his eyes disconnect with hers. Her saying sorry made him feel...awkward. The internal conflict that battled between his heart and soul raged on. In his heart, he was a free man, and one who traveled the world alone. His soul though? It had changed, warped as he felt drawn to her and wanting her to stop...saying sorry. He felt himself twitching slightly, moving his shoulders as there is a moment of silence between them. Although, it is never silent, not really. Birds sing and the wind howls. Grass dances and plays along as a gentle percussion. He found himself looking back at her, but not at her eyes, with muzzle facing slightly away.
"Don't be so damn...sorry or something. I don't like it," he says bluntly. She seems to know more about...this, whatever it is, than him. Why would she not materialize what it is to him? How did she learn it?
"How do you know of this...bond thing, this imprinted thing you speak of...where does it come from, is it like...a flea in the fur? Can it be removed?" he asked, attempting to rationalize it with things that he did know how to remove and change. His anger was fading more and more in her presence, even if he did not intend for it to. He was angry! He did not like this, and yet he could not help but calm down and cover his teeth with his lips. It was as if he was under a calming spell, like something...like she as soothing him. |