Mud Slide and Army Knives
03-27-2019, 06:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-27-2019, 08:40 PM by Lament.)
Lament Pyre She spoke his name, rolling it off her tongue like she was experimenting with the sound, the rhythm of it. He waited in patient silence, his paw occasionally murmuring one emotion or another. caution, surprise, hope flickered there for her to see. If only she knew how to read it. She spoke of an explosion, and his paw would move on to confusion, uncertainty for this would not explain how he had woken in the battlefield. He refrained from comment however, and he grew completely still as she told a story. He was attentive, standing still and quiet, and clearly listening as she explained her story. She had already changed her telling to include him in the story, using plurals as though she had no doubt that he was there, and a part of this. He was still uncertain, but it was dwindling in the intensity of her conviction. He sensed that she did not wish to be alone, but he was not certain that he could fill the void in her heart. He shared no memories of this past. She stopped after a while, and would ask him if there were others. "Yes, I have two sisters. they, too, have lost their past. If this is the truth, they will wish to know it." He explained. He paused then, his paw moving through thoughtful as he considered the implications of her story. He leaned closer to her, no stress at close contact displayed in his features. They where a people that weren't afraid to step close to one another. He reached a paw upwards, cupping it to her cheek, so he could gently smooth away the tear he had seen there. This emotion was pure, one that a wolf must always allow out. But the rest of it? Her face moved like a barbarian, and her paw was still, emotionless. "But if you and I are of one people.. why do you not speak to me?" His voice was soft, and he was in her personal space. It was clear that this felt normal to him, and he did not stop and think for a moment that it might make her uncomfortable. |
