Sing Me A Sweet Sweet Song Posted on April 14, 2020 at 12:42:30 PM by Zimri
He was everything she remembered him to be. His scent, his touch, the sense of his fear and uncertainty. He had always feared who he was around her and had kept her at a distance, even as they drew closer over time. His scent and his breath washed over her and eased her soul. At least she knew he was alive, if battered and beaten.
I am, I promise. she said softly, notes of pleading in her soft voice. His anger and frustration was apparent. Zimri fought the urge that was forever present to run away. Taking great pains to calm herself, she stayed where she was and looked directly at him, taking whatever came from those vivid yellow eyes.
Her heart clenched at his words. This was no paradise, it was true. She remembered his father, what he had done to her and what he had done to them. Looking back at the falls behind her, and then to his scarred and painted body, she knew this place had both its dark and its light. He stepped back and she stepped forward, reaching out again with her dark nose to assure him she was solid and not merely a shadow in the mists. This is my home… Her voice was still soft as she realized it was true. Among the islands was where she belonged, though no land had ever come to claim her. No other place had gotten her to stop running. Time and time again her flight landed her here.
Please, Ruger. I swear it is me. Once more she stepped forward and reached out with her nose. Carefully, she tried to reach for his matted mane, to soften and soothe it with her lips, longing to inhale only him.