<font color=red>BURNING UP; CRAWLING DOWN </font>

Eldritch - eight - loner - taika's mate - neverland's soul

The weeks had not gotten any better.

In fact, my headache had begun to increase in frequency, often rendering me mute with pain. During those times I would find the abandoned den that I had claimed and lay in the darkness panting, eyes squeezed tight. Even when Taika came looking for me, her desolate voice calling my name, I could only answer with a snarl that would send her away. Yet when I did, I regretted it. I ached to have her back. I had begun to have dreams - fancies, really, of her coming into the den and curling around me. Or me laying my head across her back and falling to sleep with a peacefulness I hadn't felt in... well I don't know how long, I couldn't remember right?

Today the headache had lessened to a much more bearable pain, but still a pain. I had hunted as best as I could until I had managed to find an old groundhog that didn't even bother putting up a fight when I had snatched it in my jaws. It wasn't very tasty, it's meat stringy and old, but I scarfed it down with relief to stop the continuous growl of my stomach. Then I padded to a clearing that held a large boulder and hopped upon it, letting the warmth of the sun dig into my fur and ease my tense muscles.

With a sigh I fall asleep, the pain receding as I do so.

Only to be awakened a short time later by a voice calling out. I listen, my lavender eyes scouring the area and my maw parted in a scowl. Prince? I was no prince by any means and of course this kid knew Taika. She had said something along the same lines before. I spot her between trees in the distance, a flash of brown and gray and white. "I'm not a prince," I grouse loudly, waiting for her to come to me, refusing to be removed from my perch. I watch her, nose sniffing even as I find a moment of surprise in noting her scent is remarkably close to Taika's and... also familiar in another sense. I can't quite place it, though.

"Though she said I was her lost mate," I say, not quite low enough for Masque not to hear as I stare at the kid, feeling a sense of.. hurt? Anger? Resentment? Isn't that what Taika had said, had claimed at first? I assumed she still thought that because she kept coming around trying to help me and I had grown used to her visits. Maybe I also felt partly like she was right too. "I don't need any friends." I grunt the words, glaring at Masque even if I also seemed quite curious. "But what did you have in mind to help me, child?"

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