Because Of You

N/A · 08-01-2013, 03:07 PM

He didn't ask for help because he never needed help. He wasn't the type of beast that others would be inclined to help, given he was more likely to rip their throats out before they could do anything. Orica though, she was a different kind of wolf all together. She was a brave yearling who seemed to be more concerned with the well-being of others than of her own. She was a selfless little creature and maybe one day, if the beast learned to be good, she could teach him a thing or two. She was most likely everything that Demyan ever needed in another wolf but had never realize. And still couldn't realize because of the confusion. He couldn't understand why he was so different towards his little medic, why she out of all the wolves he'd ever met in his life had such a powerful effect on him. She was no one special, had no special abilities besides being able to heal the injured or sick. Did that make her an angel? Possibly. He wouldn't know. All he did know was that every time he looked into her sapphires, he was reminded of every single wolf he'd ever killed in his life and it made him hate himself. So much so that he was beginning to think that she should've left him to die out by the willows that day. He was a monster, undeserving of a second chance. Unworthy of being in the presence of such a creature as Orica.

His massive frame trembled with the effort of keeping his churning emotions locked up inside of him, well away from the marbled yearling. The silent snarl stayed plastered across his bloodied lips, torn between the want to kill her and get away from her. He'd asked her to help him, for reasons unknown to him, but would she? Could she even help him? He wasn't physically injured like the time before. What could she possibly do to help him? He was far beyond the realm of possible help. He was a cold blooded murderer. What could a healer do to fix that? He looked down to her, watching as she took one, two, three steps towards him, closing the gap he'd made, his steel-grey chest brushing against her porcelain one. His stomach twisted at the contact, her soft pleading whimper sending the organ in his chest going into over drive. Was it safe for her to be this close to him when he was back at his full potential of power?

And then she did the unthinkable. The little medic raised her muzzle, her tiny salmon tongue lashing out to caress his right cheek in a soothing kiss. Demyan's eyes shut closed of their own accord, the silent snarl disappearing from his bloodied lips as his frame collapsed to the snow, the trembling having increased ten-fold. All thoughts of killing fled from his mind, leaving behind only one; Orica. He cowered before her, his cyan coming back into view as he slowly opened them, allowing them to raise up to meet her sapphire ones. What had she done?

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