purple diamond in the rough

She was pale, her pink nose hardly had any color and he could swear that her lips were blue. Maybe she had been shivering yesterday but she was too cold now. Death was at her door step if there was no interference on her behalf. Indigo stepped up to the task without hesitation. He questioned her gently, wondering if he could take her somewhere safe, but the more he listened the further he was convinced that another lost soul found her way to him. By coincidence or fate he hasn’t decided yet. She had been here for two days already, and Indigo felt in his bones she wouldn’t last a third. He resisted the urge to reach out and grab her, he’d already seen the fear in her. She seemed to calm in his presence, to the point of apathy, and Indigo was further disturbed. What kind of life had she been forced through?

Looking as though she was about to go on Indigo listened, but didn’t miss the way she deflated right after. Indigo didn’t have experience with slaves, but he did know former slaves. Both parents came from similar backgrounds and neither sought to coddle him or hide the truth of the world. The girl was kept as a slave. There was only one wolf that might come searching for her, but Indigo would make sure that never happened. He didn’t believe in keeping slaves, and he wouldn’t keep her against her will, but he had already decided that he wasn’t leaving without her.

The young man took a deep breath, suddenly feeling as though he was truly a leader of the broken as he spoke again. ”My name is Indigo Fatalis,” an introduction, a figuratively offered paw. ”I’m going to take you somewhere safe.” He told her then, knowing he wasn’t likely to meet any argument. ”What’s your name?” Indigo didn’t want to call her girl, it felt demeaning. The longer he was with her he was more convinced she was closer to his age than a pup. ”If I lift you to my back can you hang on to me?” He pushed a little further, wanting so bad to pick her up right that moment and carry her home.