purple diamond in the rough

He might have remained there unmoving for a long time after, embracing his sorrow as he yearned to be stronger. If he was more capable maybe this wouldn’t hurt so much. The pain was a direct correlation to how much he loved Asla. When they were together he was whole, he could stand taller and weather any obstacle that stood in their way. When he was alone he lost the better part of himself. Fear touched on the edges while incompetence and uncertainty circled. He struggled with the weight of living. Indigo knew that he needed to push through, he was aware of his weakness and his folly and yet he didn’t move.

Through his selfish sorrow Indigo wouldn’t be budged until the sound of her voice reached his red marked ears. He couldn’t remember much singing in his life, but he could feel his own emotions echoed in her sweet tones. The voice was nameless, he did not know the owner. Compelled, the young man forced himself to his paws so he might search out the siren behind the song.

Dark ears fell to his skull as he navigated the underbrush to find the tiny girl. Indigo brushed past one more massive raspberry bramble and was greeted by the heartbreaking sight. She was tiny, collared and tied to the tree she sat beneath. Trapped. She was thin and ill prepared for the cold nights that continued to plague the land. Someone had left her here to die. Though her song replenished his spirit Indigo felt a terrible anger even deeper. He’d always been overly protective, but loss and life only fed the virtue.

There wasn’t any room for logical thoughts as Indigo crashed through the remaining vines and thorns to reach the dainty she wolf. He had no trouble reaching the end of the leash and removing her tether to the tree. ”There, you’re free.” But Indigo hardly felt satisfied. ”Who did this to you?” He questioned softly as he tried to soothe the ebes of anger that eeked into his vision and held his muscles tense. He tried to focus on the girl and her sightless silvery eyes.