Insegnami i tuoi modi
10-12-2015, 11:09 PM
He had been half way to the North by the time Stella had found him, the starling telling him about Star wanting to meet him. Ah, so they had a homing pigeon to send their messages now, did they? He smirked slightly at the thought, allowing the bird to perch on his back as he made his way towards the meeting place that the brown and white boy had chosen. The grey boy's steps were slow, even at the nagging of the bird behind him. Huffing he shook himself, sending the bird off. She chirped at him before taking off, and he just watched her fly off. He would find his own way there, in his own time. Cathaoir's steps were hesitant for a damn good reason. The last time they had met he had been plagued with his emotions, the thrill of the many birds had drilled into his head too much. His demons had been allowed to take him over, which was something that he had never shown to anyone outside of his family. He understood now why his mother kept herself hidden under layer after layer of masks, casting out all other emotions as she played into her game. It had torn him apart when he left Starling that day, truly thinking that his friend would never want to see him again. He had shown his less favorable side, something that he was so afraid would chase the yearling away. How did Starling not think that he was totally insane? He had become feral, like some dog who had not been raised up among others. He snapped and barked instead of talking, and when he did it was way more broken and... basic. Cath knew that he was better than that, but did Starling? Was the boy able to see through his dark side and to his better half? He wasn't all bad, and wasn't usually controlled by his disability. He didn't let his emotions rule him... at least not usually. His dark tipped ears pulled against his skull as he swallowed hard, trying to dissolve the lump that tried to form in his throat. Maybe that is why Starling was calling him here today, to tell him that he couldn't see him anymore. Cathaoir honestly didn't blame him, he was dangerous. Unpredictable. Who wanted to be around that? He entered the young forest, the leaves already changing colour on the shorter trees. Weaving his way through the trunks, he allowed his flanks to brush up against their roughness. He took their steady presence as a comfort and encouragement, this whole forest pushing him on. If a forest could grow out of the ruined ashes of their fallen fathers, surly he could face Starling, even if it tore him apart. He didn't want to say good bye, or lose him in any way. In such a short time the yearling had become his closest friend, and it would drive him into his own darkness to be pushed away from him now. Shaking his head and closing his minty eyes for a moment, he paused to collect his breath. Counting to ten a few times he opened those stunning eyes, a heavy sigh lifting his chest. He couldn't delay himself any longer, at this point Starling would have been able to smell him, because he could sure scent him. His sweet, earthy scent wrapped towards him and dragged him along its path, pulling him closer to his friend. As he wrapped his way around the trunk he saw Starling standing there, looking at the ground. Cathaoir couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, even now the boy took his breath away in some odd manner. That mottled brown and white coat almost blended into the forest, as his eyes traced the curve of his spine and the dip of his chin. Heart hammering in his chest, he cleared his throat as he took a few more steps towards him. His face remained like stone, usual stoic look on his features. But inside he was afraid, so afraid that Starling would look up at him with those big blue eyes and dismiss him from his life forever. Shifting his weight, his ears remained pulled back, nostrils flaring as he drank in his scent like he was parched. He would always remember this boy, no matter what happened. |
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