purple diamond in the rough

It seemed like he was trying so hard. It could all be an act, but Gypsy found that she wanted it to be true. It might be nice to have someone be truly kind to her for once. The young woman couldn’t imagine her father being in a place like this. He wasn’t one to run with a pack. That wasn’t his kind of crowd. He ran with seedier individuals. Drinkers, slavers, rapists, murderers… Every once in a while a wolf of higher standing would come just to… release some tension, so to speak. Was indigo one of those? Did he just want her here to release some tension on her?

Indigo lay down near the fire and Gypsy could feel the pressure of his giant form. He questioned her and she nodded. She’d eaten more than enough for now, though she was already looking forward to her next meal. She hadn’t ever had cooked meat before. Unable to hunt for herself, Gypsy had always had to rely on her father for everything. She was lucky if he threw her a chunk of meat or a dead bird.

Once more, Indigo made promises. She would always have food, warmth and safety. What did he want in return though? You didn’t get something for nothing. This, she knew. There was always a price. She would receive food and shelter, but they would expect something of her. Gypsy possessed no skills. No real skills, anyway. She could sing, but with her blindness and the lack of teaching, she couldn’t do anything worthwhile. She had nothing against working for her keep, but what work could she do?

Next Indigo asked her what she thought of everything. He wanted to talk? Gypsy lowered her head to her paws, all but disappearing into the giant fur atop her. “It’s fine,” she replied in her soft whispers. She was thrilled with the food and the warmth. Being clean for the first time in a long time was glorious. But still, in the back of her mind, she wondered how long it would last and what she would have to do to make it last.