Living in the Memories
10-19-2016, 04:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-19-2016, 04:22 PM by Seraphiel.)
Her head titled upwards, almost imperceptibly, her whiskers twitched like a gentle breeze in response to the little intakes and outtakes of her breath as she scented him. He had no other scents on him, no pack, and no evidence that another family had taken claim to him. good a terrible, prideful, part of her hissed. Mortar was hers he had been from the moment Glacier claimed him, and she never wanted that to change. what was he doing here? she had so many questions for the boy, nay, man, she saw before her. What happened to Donostrea, did he know where any of her family was? What did they think of her and Glacier? How long had Voltage held on to this land in their absence? She wanted to move towards him, bury her head in his coat, take in the mixture of strange and familiar that his scent had become. She wanted to remember him as he had been, her partner in crime. How was she to react around this man that stood in the place of her playmate? Her thoughts where galloping a million miles an hour, and it took a lot of will power, and a calming breath, to reign them in. Her breath whistled out on her in a sigh, and the wind went out of her sails. Her pridefully held body relaxed, and her ears tucked backwards. 'Why did you all leave me? I searched forever for you guys and never found you...' what could she say? How could he understand? She didn't have answers, only questions. She opened her mouth, intent on stumbling through some excuse or another, but something else tumbles free, something she could not have anticipated. “I stood on the sandy shore of our home, and lo and behold! Pirates had taken root in our ocean. They told me, only I could lead them to a treasure they sought, and I could go with them now, right then and there, for if I turned away for even a breath they promised me they would be gone. I imagined all of the adventures that would be to come, and I thought 'think of the stories you would have to tell Tar at the end of this' and I went with them, and we traveled the seven seas” she lifted her head from the ground then, and she smiled at him, impish and childish in the expression. She didn't know if she could ever tell him the truth, but there was something familiar about filing in the gapes with fantasy in her telling to this old friend. Walk, "Talk" Think |
