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03-21-2015, 08:53 PM
It was late evening the next day, and he had done as he promised. He had taken her home and they had had to part. He felt something so heavy in his chest, something that he hadn't known before. Was this what it was like to be alone? He didn't know this emotion very well, perhaps because Voltage was never alone. He always had someone at his side, his siblings or a friend (which to Volty were fleeting, because he only really needed his family) But this...he sighed softly as he trotted along the dens, after just now returning from Ebony, her home. He had never had to endure missing something he couldn't just go and visit. Well, no, that wasn't entirely true. He missed the island and his parents from time to time. But it was never like this, no, never once was it like this. It was as if a rock...a boulder had settled in his stomach, taking up all the space where his heart and lungs should be. It felt as if only her gentle touch and light voice would make it go away. "This is insane..." He rumbled to himself, shaking his head. How could he be so capitivated after a single night? Just one meeting, one sparkling embrace...how could he feel this way? Voltage had been known to love affection, and pretty or strong or very expressive females. He wasn't one to turn down a night, nor was he one to withhold a gentle touch or an embrace. But this...this was entirely different. The last thing on his mind had been the ending, the icing on the cake. He hadn't wanted any of that with her. It went above basic instincts. It was emotion, and dependance, and all he wanted to do was hold her and hear her voice. "What is wrong with me." He whispered to himself, sighing and shaking his eyes. Stormy eyes softened as he stared at his paws, remembering her sorrow and how his touch had seemed to lift it, remembering how she had shattered everything he knew and put it all back together just right in the blink of an eye. With a shake of his head he moved along the dens, all of which he generally inhabited from time to time. Passing the storm proofed den and the main family area, he trotted towards the one he shared at times solely with Glacier. It was when they needed to talk, or he just wished for his big brother's company during his restless sleeps. And now...he just needed his level-headedness to somehow sort through Volty's flitting emotions, and help him figure out just what this was. Was it perhaps just the heat of the season? She did, after all, have that alluring scent the girls of his family had during their springs. But it hadn't been that that drove him forward, had it been? With a desperate whine he stepped into the den, eyes closed to the dim light. With another shake of his head he opened his eyes, hoping Glacier had decided this den would be a perfect place to just hang out and wait for when Lightbutt needed him. "Burn Baby Burn" |