Weaving Tales

Poem was beyond comfortable as Sparhawk settled against her and offered her one more nuzzle behind her ear. The girl was nearly buzzing as an excited thrill raced over her body before she leaned against his neck. Her bright eyes were focused on the fire as it burned and gave off light to their cozy camp site. She felt another shiver go up her spine as her baue began to speak, his voice was low and spooky to add to the mood that surrounded them. She listened quietly, taking in the tale of a demon and his family, as his accented voice explained a deeper meaning began to wiggle its way into her heart and mind. Every new scene he projected his memories, thoughts, and feelings.

He held her tighter as they reached the turning point of the story, the way he clung to her only solidified the feeling that this was no scary story to scare puppies. This was Sparhawk’s story. Poem wasn’t sure how to feel about what he’d said, but thankfully, he’d already shown her who he was now, he’d become a wolf to be proud of, instead of the monster he once was. How many lives had he ruined in his past? How many had he taken? Poem shivered lightly, suddenly uncertain of the man who’s arms she was in.

His voice changed, her features tipped up to look at his face. She could see his haunted visage, the way his eyes sparkled with emotion and remorse. Poem knew unequivocaly that Sparhawk was no longer that wolf, he truly regretted every moment of pain and terror he’d caused. There had been a fear in her for only a moment, but he’d proved by far and away, that he was the opposite of the demon he’d once been. Poem reached up to kiss his cheek before he told her of his turning point.

It was a tragic tale, one that hurt her heart to know of the pain he showed her. His atrocious behavior was returned tenfold as the man she felt so strongly for experienced capture and slavery. While Poem hadn’t been a slave, she had been a captive to Sirius and his pack. She knew the emotions that came with your freedom being taken from you. His story came full circle, the redemption of a demon incarnate to finally find his way to her side.

Carefully, with slow gentle motions, Poem reached one silvery white paw to his opposite cheek so she could bring his face to hers. She wanted to look deep into his garnet gaze as she began to sing. She didn’t know the words, and maybe she really had sung that he was the greatest in the world, but from her dark lips came that first song he’d taught her in his tongue. The meaning was clear as the shy smile that played on her lips. Poem forgave him, it was easy with how strongly she felt for him.

”Sparhawk.” She invoked his name quietly, her gaze filled with adoration before closing the distance between them. She closed her blue and lavender gaze as she offered up an innocent kiss that forgave every transgression he’d confessed.