purple diamond in the rough

Indigo was so focused on releasing the poor girl he didn’t notice the sudden reactive fear as she minimized and sunk against the tree above her. He dropped the lead to the ground and bright blue eyes truly focused on her. Tiny, frail, and frightened. Indy’s anger was hot but burned out swiftly as he took in her scared form. He sunk into himself, not that she could see him, and lowered his massive frame to the leaf litter at their feet. She was fearful at first and then confusion hinted on her features as she straightened slightly. As though remembering some long ingrained training.

He furrowed his brows as he held everything in when she finally spoke, that voice. The one that ad drew him in and revealed her to begin with. How could anyone hear her and feel okay with leaving her like this? Again anger struck his heart, but Indy remained motionless, chin to the ground and teeth grit. Her own father left her here with no shelter, water, or food. She was doomed if he didn’t return. Not just because she was tied to one place, as Indigo looked further he convinced himself that she wasn’t built to survive on her own. Another orphan.

”How long have you been here?” He whispered back, head between his paws as he watched her, transfixed. He always felt drawn to the beaten and broken, he couldn’t say that this girl was any different. ”Do you have anywhere to go?” Indigo questioned softly, keeping his voice down and his emotions in check. Withholding himself was a difficult task, but holding his emotions back was good practice. He needed to be in control of himself because there was nothing else in the world that he could.