We'll Be Counting Stars
08-30-2013, 03:54 PM
Night and day that little medic never left his thoughts. Every morning that he woke he awoke thinking about her, wondering if she'd slept well the night before and if she'd awoken fine that morning. Every night he went to rest he wondered how her day had gone and if she was sleeping safely and soundly. He yearned for her presence, for her melodic voice to fill his ears, to be able to see himself reflected in her sapphire eyes. Every time he went hunting he wondered if she'd eaten well that night. Orica plagued his thoughts non-stop and it was driving the titan mad. She had told him that she'd had to leave him for a little bit to say goodbye to her family, but he had never imagined that this short amount of time would seem like an eternity. He had done good in her absence. He hadn't killed that white pack woman whom he'd failed killing the first time. He'd let her go free. Would Orica be proud that he hadn't killed anyone in her absence? She told him that exactly after a week or so, down by the eastern territories, she would summon him. And he had waited for that night every night after she'd left. And finally, finally tonight was that night. Demyan had been sitting in an open field, Nickolai situated beside him, cyan eyes upturned towards the starry sky, already imagining Orica's marbled figure coming into view as he greeted her after their prolonged separation. It was then a song-like voice broke the quiet night, summoning the man who had once been a monster but was trying to reform his ways. Powerful limbs pulled the man back onto all four paws, a brief shake of his pelt given to rid of debri before he was off at a quick gallop, Nickolai running easily alongside him. The organ's in the beast's chest beat at a frenzied pace as he pushed himself towards his little medic's call. He had missed her so much. He would've never imagined himself missing someone before...He never missed his sister, even if they went weeks without seeing each other. She wasn't an essential part to his survival. Orica was. Or at least...It felt like she was. Her scent was pungent in the area and it attacked his nostrils with full force. Her smell sent a punch to his gut, making his stomach twist into knots as he broke through the foliage, cyan gaze immediately locking in on her marble figure, bathed in iridescent moonlight. She was just as stunning as he remembered her, if not more. He slid to grinding halt, talons digging into the soil as he brought himself to a complete half about a foot or two away from her, massive chest expanding and contracting with the exertion of his run. Nickolai had slowed down well before they had reached Orica, his lithe feline form swaying into the area as he padded up to the young she-wolf, rubbing the length of his body alongside her ribcage before moving away to perch himself atop one of the higher rocks, forepaws dangling over the edge, elongated tail swaying lazily behind spotted haunches. Demyan didn't pay attention to his feline companion, knowing the cat would stay well out of his way. The gargantuan gazed down tenderly at the ebony and ivory traced young woman, part of him wanting to rush forward and embrace her while the other part told him to stay put. Still unsure of where they stood the man held back, watching her quietly, waiting to see what she would do or say. Talk like this |