Posted on March 22, 2020 at 01:08:42 AM by Rougaru
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Zjeena. Over and over her name plays upon his lips but the pain radiating from her keeps them silent in his lungs. So desperately he longed to see the gleam of recognition in her eyes, the flutter of hope upon the smile that lingered reluctantly at the corners of her lips but there is nothing. He stays close to her, following but not yet daring to close that bubble of space that she had built up around herself. She moves deeper into the jungle, stepping beyond well worn paths and forming a trail of her own. He feels his heart lurch, his skin shudder with each scrape of flesh against rough bark. Zjeena. She pauses now, standing in the shallow mud and mire alongside the winding stream. He stretches his neck towards her, searching for the softness and tender embrace that she had always given him. It is gone. In the fluttering of a heartbeat she wheels upon him with venomous eyes of darkness. He cannot help the squeal of surprise that burns past his lips at the face of fury that meets him with pinned ears and barred teeth. Even the wolf is cautious with ears pricked forward and yellow eyes gleaming in the pale light. The metallic odor of blood lingers upon the air that settles in suffocating thickness around them. Defiantly he takes a step forward, hatred burning like a fire kindled by dry grass. He would have Liland's head. All at once the rains begin as they do nearly every evening. The soft patter upon the leaves dulled to his ears as it dampens his skin and darkens his fur. Blood. Tiny rivers pool and disperse around her forelegs buried in silt. "Zjeena..." he murmurs, blinking past the droplets gathering upon his lashes. If his heart could break, this moment would be it. The fury and rage that burned in her eyes, the hatred with which she gazed through him. She was lost and he was not sure if he ever would get her back. "Akela...Monster... Nattergal..." the names roll from his tongue as each face appears before his eyes. "Havelle... Medusa." the names of his pack... their pack. "Noctis.. Calpyso... Mirella... Annubis...Celestria... Beowulf." they were nothing but names but perhaps those names... the weight of those names might bring her back from the depths of the dark jungle that held her so tight. He does not dare to move another step, afraid to break the spell that kept her here before him. "Come back to them Zjeena... come back to me." he pleads even as the wolf lingers a mournful cry. If she must take her pound of flesh he would offer up his body, if tearing him apart would quell the raging monster that stood before him he would let it. If only to see those eyes unclouded by hate... to see those eyes staring back at him once more. 
silver bay | stallion | 7yrs | 16.3 hh | mutt |
Replies:
- YOU CAN'T SHAPE ME - By Zjeena March 22, 2020 at 04:54:19 PM
- Use caution when the wolf comes knocking; - By Rougaru March 23, 2020 at 10:57:31 AM
- YOU CAN'T SHAPE ME - By Zjeena April 1, 2020 at 05:01:12 AM
- Use caution when the wolf comes knocking; - By Rougaru April 1, 2020 at 06:10:56 AM
- YOU CAN'T SHAPE ME - By Zjeena April 1, 2020 at 05:01:12 AM
- Use caution when the wolf comes knocking; - By Rougaru March 23, 2020 at 10:57:31 AM
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