Mud Slide and Army Knives
03-28-2019, 06:31 AM
Golden orbs would watch as the male began to explain himself, causing her to cock one brow at his unusual facial expressions as he did so. She had't noticed until now, but he truly did not show any emotions; his face had remained the same throughout their entire exchange, where it should have morphed into some form of shock or excitement. Her gaze would follow as he gestured to his paws, an area she had not been paying attention to this entire time. Why would she? Most wolves spoke with their voices, not their bodies. But she would remain still and silent as he began to twitch the bones and ligaments in his paw in odd ways, what to her looked like some sort of muscle defect but clearly meant something much more to Lament. As if this entire situation wasn't confusing enough, there was one thing she couldn't understand. "If what you say is true, then how do you know all this? I thought you said you couldn't remember your past?"
Had he been lying to her from the start? No... that would have been too cruel and there was something in his kind tone that told her this male was not one to go around with malicious intent. Once again she fell silent as he spoke, expressing his sorrow for the misunderstanding... and the sorrow for her lost pack. It was strange to hear someone be sorry for her, something she had not experienced yet since coming to this new and strange land. She had known loss before the explosion, and the wolves she had known since she was a pup, they expressed their sadness to her. But not here, not until Lament. There was a sudden, guilty feeling in her heart. Here was a man who had lost everything, including his memory, and he was apologizing to her. It was wrong, she had memories that she could carry to her grave and yet this man had nothing. No memory of his home or who he was. She should have been the one apologizing to him!"I'm sorry Lament. It was unfair of me to have assumed your identity. No one should take that from you."
He spoke of friendship and it made her pause. Until today, the only real friend she had here was Meeko, and even calling him a friend was a stretch sometimes. She wasn't really one to commit to friendships; they always seemed like way too much work and she could only assume they would not last forever, so what would be the point? But this male, despite knowing he was not of her home, fit the part. There was something about him that made her feel safe, like she wasn't the last, like lonely duckling finally found it's flock. Perhaps, just this once, she could try."Hard to be friends without knowing each other, isn't it?" She attempted to put on a smile, something vaguely resembling a grin, but it did not quite reach her eyes. "My name is Agnimitra, but most wolves call me Aggie. And this little critter," she gestured with her paw to the raccoon companion of hers, who had been patiently standing by, "is Meeko." Upon hearing his name, the pudgy male scurried up the woman's side and rested comfortably on her back. "Hello stranger!"
"Aggie" "Meeko"
Had he been lying to her from the start? No... that would have been too cruel and there was something in his kind tone that told her this male was not one to go around with malicious intent. Once again she fell silent as he spoke, expressing his sorrow for the misunderstanding... and the sorrow for her lost pack. It was strange to hear someone be sorry for her, something she had not experienced yet since coming to this new and strange land. She had known loss before the explosion, and the wolves she had known since she was a pup, they expressed their sadness to her. But not here, not until Lament. There was a sudden, guilty feeling in her heart. Here was a man who had lost everything, including his memory, and he was apologizing to her. It was wrong, she had memories that she could carry to her grave and yet this man had nothing. No memory of his home or who he was. She should have been the one apologizing to him!
He spoke of friendship and it made her pause. Until today, the only real friend she had here was Meeko, and even calling him a friend was a stretch sometimes. She wasn't really one to commit to friendships; they always seemed like way too much work and she could only assume they would not last forever, so what would be the point? But this male, despite knowing he was not of her home, fit the part. There was something about him that made her feel safe, like she wasn't the last, like lonely duckling finally found it's flock. Perhaps, just this once, she could try.
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