She watches with amber eyes as he ascends from the ocean, smoky hide dripping with the salty tears he stole from its depths. The abruptness of his movements are enough to make her jump, yet to her astonishment her own action is not enough to call his attention upon her. The silvery male appears to be disappearing from reality as he lapses quite easily into a what appears to be a dreamless sleep. A soft snort of surprise elicits itself from her nostrils, unable to believe the ease with which he leaves himself exposed to countless possibilities for danger and instability. How is he so carefree and unaware of the wolves forever waiting in the darkness? She cannot help herself - spindly legs summon forth movement from her achingly thin frame. Beautiful skin of alabaster and cobalt is drawn embarrassingly taught across too prominent bones. Every fragment creating her skeleton is easily counted - a ribcage attempting to burst free from either side and eyes barely escaping the sunken appearance of the dying. She is upon him before she is even aware of her movements. Delicate charcoal muzzle dips down close to his breast, almost as if she is assessing for the methodical movement that befits the breath of the living. Without thinking, she nudges him with the strength a young fawn may use to check for the presence of their mother. It is a touch, yet barely so, and the instant regret immediately flames within her chest. She retreats, though only a few nimble steps before grinding to a halt. Awaken. |