A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
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Posted on February 12, 2019 at 09:18:01 PM by Scamander
My Philosophy is That Worrying Means You Suffer Twice  |
_________________________________________________________________________ Uncertain paws carried the multihued brute through the trees. Emerald green stilts carried the tall, but lanky, male as he tried not to overthink what he was doing. When he had first met Diosa his mind was still clouded by the stories he had been told by the tempests. How vampires only wanted to hunt him down and feed from him. They would not kill him, but hoard him. Draining as much blood as they could without killing him. His blood was the sweetest nectar to them, and they would do anything to get to it. They were pure evil and had no goodness in them. Horrifying thoughts of how this femme would want to hurt him and feed him ran through his mind and drove him to flee. But once she had spoken to him, something was different. Her words and vocals were kind and soft. She had apologized for literally running into him, and wanted to make sure he was okay. If the stories were true then why did she care about his well being? His thoughts had been conflicted enough to make him pause. Scamander had never been a judgmental wolf. He had been on the other side of that, being teased sometimes for being weird. He preferred the company of himself and nature, and didn’t like crowds or always being with the other rainbows. And some had mocked him for that. So who was he to judge this female just because she had supposed evil blood in her veins. After Scamander had paused enough for the two of them to actually talk, he realized that she was no different than the others he had met. She was a being with feelings and a heart. She was not pure evil wanting to hurt other wolves for reason. He couldn’t imagine what she must go through on a day to day basis, always being judged by her peers and assuming the worst of her. The second meeting that Scamander had had with Diosa was not one of fear. Perhaps she could become a friend. Being more of a loner himself, maybe he could help her feel better after the way so many surely had treated. Including himself for his first initial reaction to her. Guilt swam through him as he remembered how he had initially judged her. He had been as bad as the rest of them. The amethyst and yellow male let out a sigh before he approached, his pelt still dripping with water as he paused and greeted the femme. She too was dripping wet, maybe she had also gone for a swim? For a moment the two just stared at each. It had been a long time since they had last seen each other, and both had grown significantly. Diosa of course was older and already a full grown adult, but Scamander was not far behind her. He was still in his awkwardly tall and not quite large enough for his legs phase. But Diosa had grown out of that and was proportionately perfect. After a few moments of silence between the pair, Diosa spoke up, apologizing for staring and commenting on how much bigger he was. A blush crept up Scamander’s neck and cheeks at her words. He looked good? He had never thought about how he looked. It was not something that he cared too much about. Sure he did not want to be covered in filth, but looking good? It was a foreign thought to him. Diosa continued to open up to him more, apologizing again for what happened to them the last time they had met. A strange sad sensation went through the male. He wasn’t quite sad, but he felt bad for what she was going through. Their last meeting had bothered him, he would be lying if he said it hadn’t. But what bothered him more was that she had been hurting this whole time. He didn’t know what he would do if he was in her position, and he was not upset with her for what had happened. Scamander took a few steps closer to the femme as she talked. Normally he was with Vladimir, who he had to be sure never to make contact with. But that was not the case with Diosa. He was not one that loved physical contact anyways, but he had a yearning to comfort her. The rainbow colored male was now inches from her, and he tried not to worry about that. He was not afraid of her, but he was just not used to standing so close so that he could feel the warmth of another being. His yellow tinged ears were alert, listening carefully at her words. “…I didn’t know what to do… I didn’t know what would happen if we got any closer. “ Diosa’s head turned away from him, and he saw fresh scars upon her nape. For some unknown reason, this made him angry. How could someone have hurt her? Assuming that she did not move away from him when he had drawn closer, he pushed his nares into the scared area, burying his muzzle in her dark fur. He quickly drew his head away, but kept his form close still, unsure if she would be okay with such an intimate touch and quickly mumbled out an apology. ”Sorry…I just…what happened? Are you..okay?” Purple and yellow orbs tried to meet her startling red gaze, hoping that she would look to him again. ”I’m not mad at you, it’s okay for what happened before. I can’t imagine what you’re going through all the time…” A whine threatened to escape from him, unsure of how to express what he was thinking into words. ”I just want us to be…be friends. Or something. I don’t know, but I don’t want you to be scared to be around me.” He didn’t mean the word scared as in he would physically hurt her. If the two ever fought she would easily overpower him. But the fact that society told them they could not be together was what he meant. Scamander wanted them to be able to spend time together and be happy. Diosa so deserved to be happy. ”Talking” Picture credit to the incredibly talented Pompeii! ________________________________________________________________________ |
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- Lullaby of the Crucified - By Diosa February 16, 2019 at 06:37:08 AM
Nothing that Occurs in Nature can be Unnatural - By Scamander March 13, 2019 at 02:47:29 AM
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