ardent

In the land of obscurity



Starling

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
6
size
Large
build
Light
posts
346
player
keanai
10-04-2015, 09:50 PM
Fear flew through him, coursing like acid through his veins as he tried to push himself up. His blue eyes snapped open as Cathaoir leapt forward, a gasp pulling from his lungs. Teeth cut through his nape, but he was grateful at the grip, feeling Cath begin to pull. He'd scrape his nails along the rock again, trying to push up with him, pulling with his forelegs. His muscles shook, burning as he tried to pull his body weight over the safe side of the shelf. He had never felt fear like this, never felt such animalistic need to survive. He could almost cry if he had a moment to think. But instead, he just clung to the edge. Teeth gritted before, suddenly, he was yanked right up and over with a yelp. Breath came out in quick pants as he rested his forehead on the surface beneath him, which so happened to be Cathaoir's strong chest. A heavy scent filled his lungs as he breathed in, his body shaking from the terror and the exertion. He couldn't keep himself up, his legs shaking and weak as he laid sprawled right over at his new friend.

At the sound of Cath's voice, Starling slowly lifted his swimming head, looking down at him with slight confusion. "Yeah.." He whispered with a small smile on his face. "Flowers smell.." His voice was soft, gentle, as he sighed and closed. Everything still spun, his adrenaline causing his heart to race in his chest. And then...things, slowly, began to come clear. He was safe, and....oh. Blinking, he'd stare down at the boy again, heat flushing through his cheeks. Oh... His chest grew tight, heart racing through his chest as he realized he was laid, sprawled, across Cathaoir, held tight to his chest. "Mi hai salvato..." He whispered so softly, dreamily as he stared down at him. He should lift off, but his legs were still shaking. It wasn't very...polite, but he almost didn't want to move. "Tu sei una specie di eroe, non รจ vero..." He murmured, almost not realizing he had flipped over to Italian. He was...safe, somehow...and it was all thanks to Cathaoir. "C-can I call you Cath?" He whispered suddenly, just looking down at him, breathing in the scent that surrounded him.

"Burn Baby Burn" | "Italian"