In the Dead of Night
08-24-2013, 08:43 PM
Azalea's words made Sarak turn sour. He pushed away from her, into a sitting position. He let her paw him and give him a kiss on the cheek, but there was little reaction. A frown quickly covered her face and suddenly she was sitting too. Every fiber of being felt sick. Sick with rejection. Was Sarak rejecting her? Perhaps her words were not what he had expected but she had tried to explain well enough. Words were not always her forte. He was looking away from her and were the space not so small she wouldn't have noticed he was shaking. Ears flipped back and then forward and then back again. ?And when you?ve had enough of running around ?meeting? every stranger. What then?? His words came finally. After speaking he escaped into the open air outside of the den. Azalea shrunk back into the corner, making herself as small as possible. If only she could disappear. If only she had stayed away. The more depressing thoughts were there as well: If only they had not gotten so close. If only they had not met. If only he had never come to Valhalla. She didn't know what to say or what Sarak would do. Clearly she was not bothered by his past and clearly that was not the matter at hand here. Life and love was on the line. Laying it all bare to each other. Perhaps it was not the wisest for either of them to do. He had taken her words in a way that only a wolf his age or older could. He made her seem like she was going to do things with all the strangers she met. She supposed she deserved it, with how she had behaved lately, but still it was not right. There was a struggle for words, a flower of hope but now Azalea just felt like she was going to die down here in this shallow den. Sarak would walk away and leave her to do so at this point. She laid her head on her paws and a depressed, wispy whine was exhaled from her vocal cords. She wanted to give in, for both of their sakes. She wanted to just tell him she loved him and live happily ever after. But how could she be faithful without first knowing for a fact that she was in love with him, not that she simple loved him. There was a difference and she could only be sure of the one right now. Her world experience was limited and her maturity in all honesty was lacking. Why did he have to like her? He was better off finding another. If that was really what she thought then why did the idea make her feel a horrible emptiness inside? "Sarak..." She wasn't even sure she had said his name loud enough for him to hear. Strangled by her own uncertainty and overwhelming emotions. In her head she tried to think of all the cliffs she knew of in Valhalla because she could really use one right now. Yes, she ought to just throw herself over a cliff now and save anyone anymore trouble. Speech, |
