Moonlit Bath
03-24-2014, 08:59 PM
Quote:The willows swayed gently through the area, a summer breeze sweeping over the pair that found themselves crossing the territory. Lyric herself was a bit disoriented after getting stuck in the tar pits, but she was content where she lay, being carried by Alpine toward the nearest source of water. Soothed by his scent despite the discomfort that racked her body, and the worry left her as she heard the kitten mewl from some far off direction - that was how it sounded to her despite the babe being kept in Alpine's mouth. She had tried to talk to the male again after her initial thanks for saving her life, but she had gone silent, too tired to speak, and with the tar beginning to dry and itch in places she didn't want to complain either. 'Alpine...' What would she have done if he hadn't shown up? If he wasn't there?
She would sigh into his fur, doing her best to make sure that she was gathered on him in a way that would not make it difficult for him - but there wasn't much that she could do when it was so hard to move. Lethargic, she was incredibly thirsty and wanted nothing more than to drink in the entirety of Wolfpaw Lake. 'Home...' Oh mother would have a fit if she found out about this, and she couldn't even imagine what Surreal would say. Would her sister think her daft for trying to save the life of a kitten the way she had? For being clumsy enough to fall in?
Did Alpine?
She hoped that he wouldn't regret telling her that he fancied her - realize that she was naive and too kind and there wasn't enough to her that was strong or tough like there was to the rest of her family. As the moon rose higher into the sky, doubts began to circle her thoughts, and she would whine faintly from where she lay strewn over Alpine's back.
The western edge of the Rio Grande ran just beside the Willows, a ways off from the pond, but a better option for rinsing the woman off. It ran near the ocean, and would sweep the tar away where it couldn't poison the water source like it would the pond. "Just a little... further." She would whisper near the man's ear, nudging his head in the direction of the river. "Don't want to... hurt the willows." The roots of the trees surely fed off of the pond and the water within it - her words were soft, somewhat slurred, but she was sure of her decision. Hopefully the brute wouldn't mind. "You c'n put me down, I can make it that far." She would say, gathering her wits about her, and doing her best to gather her strength. "S'rry." It was getting a bit hard to speak through her dry, somewhat sticky mouth. Even though she wasn't drowning anymore, the tar was still making things harder.
03-25-2014, 12:45 AM
The long struggle from the tar pit to the closest source of water felt like a life time of walking. He could hear the rasping breath of Lyric as he did his best to support her weight and get them to their destination. He felt the horrible crustiness of the tar that coated her and by this point, him also from their close proximity. He worried deeply for the fae beside him for how much she might have swallowed for how lethargic and tired she was beside him. He could feel also the rough and matted fur of the kitten in his mouth. The bitter taste of tar that that clung to its coat and his struggle not to swallow, the bile that rose in his mouth and the need to spit or swallow a constant battle he fought. The damn creature (he thought of it as such for the way it had almost cost him Lyric?s life) had at the very beginning struggled in pathetic little twitches and tired broken cries. It seemed to hang limply from his jaws now in exhaustion and defeat to the predator that held it. He knew it breathed, he could feel its warmth in his mouth the faint pitter-patter of its heart beat. He struggled to ignore the taste of blood in his jaws, his own blood from torn gums, and grateful that at least the weight of the cat in his jaws was a light one.
When a quite whine emanated from Lyrics jaws he would wince and try to sooth his stride, unsure what had caused her distress. They were so close now, she just needed to hang on for a little longer before she would be ok. He followed her direction, the gentle nudge and accepted that despite her state she seemed to know what she was doing. The tiredness of her voice chipped away at her heart as he pushed on with his two delicate burdens, one in his maw and the other on his back. She said she could go on her on from here, despite the fact she could barely get out her words.
?Don?t even think about it, I?m not letting you go?
He protested gently as he finally came upon the edge of the Rio Grande water, away from the pond as she had indicated. He would kneel here to help her ease off him, and let her slip gently into the waters embrace, directly by the shallow of the bank. He would set himself up beside her, facing the opposite direction to her and setting himself up on the side towards the water so that she was closer to the land then he. Lowering his lower right hip right beside her head in an indication that she should rest it on him there above the waters. He was lying half submerged in the waters, and began to rub his paws up and down her coat in an attempt to dislodge what he could of the tar. If she had the strength they could go a little deeper, but in her lethargic state he thought lying down and leaning on him might be the safest to keep her from drowning.
He would also dunk the ass-end of the kitten into the water repeatedly, letting the motion of hitting the water gently and rising up and down through it dislodge the tar from the little creature before depositing it gently onto Lyric?s back, afraid that putting it in the water it might drown. From here he could finally dip his mouth into the cool fresh-water stream and wash the taste of tar from his tongue, spitting as much as he took in until it tastes clean again and then he would drink, looking over to see if Lyric did the same, to see how she fared and how clean her coat was getting.
"Speech"
03-26-2014, 10:55 PM
Quote:She felt that she could make it to the river - hopefully it was a slow moving part of the rio grande - as the last thing that she and Alpine should have to worry about was being pulled by the current into the sea. But the male refused to set her down, wanting to help her to the water - and his gentle protest would return the smile to her tired visage - and she would silently relent, nuzzling him best she could from where she was sprawled across his back. He was so kind, she couldn't believe that he was real at times - saving her, carrying her to safety, it was all so incredible. He was incredible, and she wouldn't accept any challenge to the statement, not now - not ever. If it weren't for Alpine she wouldn't be alive - he cared enough about her to risk so much for her, it only made her feel even stronger for him.
When they reached the water she would slink off of his frame as easily as she could, doing her best not to hurt Alpine in any way. The moment she hit the water was nearly euphoric - the tar immediately loosened some and she would sigh at the contact with the cool liquid. The current wasn't too strong, but if she lost her footing in a deeper part of it she could find herself submerged. For now she had nothing to worry about, as Alpine had carefully picked a shallow bank to wash them both off. Gratefully she would take his offer to support her against the current, and she would wade a bit deeper, wanting to make the job of dislodging the caked on sludge that much easier.
Realizing that her mouth was still dry she would take a few hesitant laps at the water - the liquid sweeping away the dryness instantly, and leaving her feeling quite a bit better with water in her system. "Thank you Alpine." She would wriggle a bit, shaking some of the tar off of her in the water. "Here, let me help." He was doing his best to get what was on her sides - and she would try and do the same, rubbing against his side with her own to try and clean them both a bit. All the while she was careful that the kitten they had saved was alright - the little thing was absolutely confused as to why these two huge wolves hadn't eaten it yet, but slowly the fear would be replaced with curiosity as it found itself clean.
"I'm not going to eat you little guy." She would gently remark, before her gaze drifted to Alpine. Lazily she would slide beside him and nuzzle his neck, happily humming as she felt that she was mostly clean. For a moment she thought that the muck would stick to her forever. "And neither is he - he saved us both after all." Her smile was genuine, no trace of the tiredness that was present in her very bones. Like her own personal spark, he seemed to give her something to be glad. "Thank you so much, I don't know what I'd would have done without you."