Because Of You
08-02-2013, 11:23 AM
Cut me loose
My parachute won't let me fall Don't be afraid of a chance for a miracle
There was nothing but the darkness of the cave before her. As her eyes slowly grew accustomed to the blackness, she could make out of the silvery shapes of spires hanging from the cielings here, growing out of the ground there. Water drickled down some of them, collecting in pools and puddles that just acted as mirrors - making the cave seem absolutely endless. And in the middle of it just before her? The dark grey shape of a wolf with his back turned to her. The cat was there too, Orica could hear it hissing and see a hint of something lashing to and fro. Demyan didn't seem concerned about it - seemed like every other wolf Orica met had a pet cat these days. So long as the creature wasn't concerned with hurting either of them at the moment, it didn't matter. She was here for Demyan. The silent furry mountain. She didn't know why, but she wished he would just say something. She was having enough trouble reading him as it was, and she didn't know if she had the bravery to do this... Her ears pinned back and her chin rose up. Why should she suddenly let something like fear take her now? She didn't tremble or stutter anymore as she watched the male. When she wasn't meeting his gaze, she was glancing over the rest of his face, searching for whatever clues his expressions might hold - or glancing around them at the underground grandeur. "The male will live," Orica said quietly. She said it like a nurse informing a curious audience; it was the first thing she would've asked about if she'd ever caused injury to another. But then, Demyan wasn't like her, was he? She was from a family of do-gooders. Well, that was putting it lightly. Her father had turned a rogue into roadkill for attacking a packmate. The pack's Beta, Awaken had impaled his evil brother through the heart. Orica's Aunt Crusade had beheaded a serial killer, and lost an eye in the doing so. Orica's legacy was one of warriors, of white knights and dragon slayers. The girl took a step forward. "You'll leave him alone." It almost came out as a question, but not quite. In fact, it almost sounded like a warning. Orica's pearly brows met over steely blue eyes. "Demyan..." How was she to say how she felt? "It was different when we were strangers," She just said at least. "We had our meeting and that was it and we went our separate ways." A sharp groan of exasperation bubbled in her throat and she had to shake her head. "But now... you can't look at me and tell me that I'm just a random wolf to you." - It was a fact that scared her, scared her because she didn't know what it meant to him. All she knew was what it meant to her. "I can't ignore what you're doing. - I want to believe you're capable of so much more... But if this is what you do I can't stand back and watch!" She knew she personally couldn't do anything, but she had a family full of warriors, who had experience in hunting down killers. There was a strong part of Orica that was telling her to go back and tell all she knew. There was a part of her that told her she was wrong for not doing so long ago. Who knew how many others Demyan had hurt, even just in the season since they'd last met. Now she knew that she could've stopped it - if only she'd just been there. For some reason Demyan listened to her. And that made her far more responsible than she wanted to be. She was involved in this now. And she had to make up her mind. - No, no that wasn't quite right. Demyan had to make up his mind. |