Soul Full of Sorrow
Roan
01-05-2020, 03:36 PM
She saw right past his lie, and though he honestly did not want anything to dull his well deserved pain her words reached through to him. He could deal with the hurt, his body was sore and his gouges on fire, but Roan wouldn’t have complained about it for a second. Dapple was dead, that was the greatest pain. His verdant gaze dropped as she found him the medicine he needed. She pushed the bark in front of him to consume. Roan thought it best not to complain about the task.
The bark was awful, but in response to her he did as he was told. What he didn’t expect was her sudden closeness as he uttered his name. He closed his eyes as she nuzzled against his uninjured cheek, feeling ashamed at how much pleasure the gentle touch brought him. Her words uplifted him more than he would have expected. Dapple was gone, it was his fault, but he was still here. If he couldn’t die with her then he could live for her.
Roan blinked back the tears that threatened to show themselves as Iolaire stepped away and offered a wink. He wasn’t sure how to react, especially with the next task at hand. ”I’ve trusted you this far…” Not that he had much choice, he was only half conscious throughout the ordeal of removing him from the cave.
She shifted and stood, offering her shoulder when he needed it. Roan heaved a great sigh and doing his best not to knock into her, struggled his way to his paws. He was a little more steady than when he had collapsed onto her furs the previous night. He evened his breathing and steeled himself as they started out the entrance, slowly as she said. He took a few steps on his own, but realized quickly he wouldn’t be able to continue without her assistance. Much like he wouldn’t have survived the night in the cave without her.
Having to rely so heavily on another wolf for his mere existence was a difficult task for the independant wolf. Roan leaned against her diminutive frame, worried for a moment that he would be too much for her. ”You’re stronger than you look.” He offered though his voice was strained through the pain he felt having to move around with his injured shoulder.
The bark was awful, but in response to her he did as he was told. What he didn’t expect was her sudden closeness as he uttered his name. He closed his eyes as she nuzzled against his uninjured cheek, feeling ashamed at how much pleasure the gentle touch brought him. Her words uplifted him more than he would have expected. Dapple was gone, it was his fault, but he was still here. If he couldn’t die with her then he could live for her.
Roan blinked back the tears that threatened to show themselves as Iolaire stepped away and offered a wink. He wasn’t sure how to react, especially with the next task at hand. ”I’ve trusted you this far…” Not that he had much choice, he was only half conscious throughout the ordeal of removing him from the cave.
She shifted and stood, offering her shoulder when he needed it. Roan heaved a great sigh and doing his best not to knock into her, struggled his way to his paws. He was a little more steady than when he had collapsed onto her furs the previous night. He evened his breathing and steeled himself as they started out the entrance, slowly as she said. He took a few steps on his own, but realized quickly he wouldn’t be able to continue without her assistance. Much like he wouldn’t have survived the night in the cave without her.
Having to rely so heavily on another wolf for his mere existence was a difficult task for the independant wolf. Roan leaned against her diminutive frame, worried for a moment that he would be too much for her. ”You’re stronger than you look.” He offered though his voice was strained through the pain he felt having to move around with his injured shoulder.
As his Wife Iolaire may enter any of his threads.