the secret garden

He backed away from the broken body beneath him, eager to forget about the events that unfolded. He succeeded in his victory but at what cost? He looked to Duchess, relief falling about him as she shed any fear she might have felt towards him. Indigo would never turn his teeth and claws on the dainty girl. She looked back up to him with her pretty dual toned eyes and admitted to never having allowed someone to walk for her before. Indigo could further forget the blood that covered his deep purple fur as he smiled lightly.

Indy didn’t expect her to say the process would be fun, he was more offering out of necessity but he wouldn’t deny her thoughts either. Since he laid eyes on the dainty girl the question had been lingering at the back of his mind, how soft was her fur? Indigo swiftly lowered himself to the snow so Duchess wouldn’t be forced to struggle hard to perch herself on his shoulders.

She nestled herself comfortably and he felt his grin widen as she snuggled herself into the thick fur at his back. He wasn’t even thinking of the blood she might smear on him, he’d long stopped caring about the liquid that was splattered all over him. He needed to get back to the Hallows to tell Resin about the feline that attacked him. So much like the beasts that took on the Hallows all together… the thought troubled him as he lifted himself and Duchess and began the journey home.