Because Of You
08-03-2013, 11:10 AM
She could be a blessing or a curse in disguise. His little angel or his worst nightmare. She could make him or break him, though it seemed she was breaking him more than making him. Breaking him. Who would've thought that he would ever think those words to himself. But that was essentially what she was doing to him; unconsciously or consciously. This was only the second time he'd seen her in his life and the power she wielded over him was unlike anything else. Even just being in her presence, or knowing she was only paw steps away made the hellion want to end himself. To her, he must be the worst of the worst. The type of monster that her family hunted down and eradicated because of the high threat they posed to others. Perhaps that's what he should do. He already had her scent logged into his memory permanently. All he had to do was track her scent back to her pack, take a helpless victim, kill it and they would be sure to come after him. He wouldn't fight them. Just let them do what was needed. Maybe he would request Orica watch, that way she knew that the big bad wolf she'd saved would harm no more. How would his sister react if she knew that these kinds of thought were filtering through his mind, because of her. If she didn't like her from the beginning, she definitely wouldn't like her now.
The male will live. He could see her almost pep-talk herself into talking to him, given that he hadn't really presented the opportunity for conversation to start. She seemed to be gathering her courage about her as she lifted her head, flattening her ears against her onyx head. She didn't tremble nor stutter, but looked steadily at him, every bit the brave little medic. No response came from the man at the mention of the black wolf living. He frankly didn't care at this point. The smaller man was of no concern to him now. You'll leave him alone. He simply turned his massive frame, his paws bringing him slowly around to face Orica, grey skull lowered between his shoulders, cyan gems never wavering from her twin sapphires, a gentle nod bobbing his head in acknowledgement of her words. If she wished for the little man to be left then it would be so. in his recent realization of his pathetic weakness, being unable to deny her anything was among them. The gap between them was smaller now. It was only a stride or two for him to cross to bring him to her, and yet the gap would remain. His frame trembled once again, but now with the force of the feelings that she was awakening in him. She was changing him, breaking him, re-making him...She was doing the impossible.
Demyan...It was different when we were strangers. We had our meeting and that was it and we went our separate ways. But now... you can't look at me and tell me that I'm just a random wolf to you. 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! Each word, starting with his name, was a talon to the heart. His ears flattened against his skull, the gargantuan lowering his head until it hung pathetically between his shoulders. You can't look at me and tell me I'm just some random wolf to you. She was right. She wasn't just some random wolf. She was the woman that had saved his pathetic life, the one wolf in the entire world that saw beneath the murderous mask he'd worn his entire life. She was his little medic, whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not. She stirred feelings in him, twisting of his stomach, the racing of his heart, that no other woman before her had ever done. She made him want to be a better wolf, a wolf she didn't have to be terrified of. A wolf that was worthy of taking a place in her life. But he was none of those things. And he probably would never be. But would Orica realize any of that? My...my little...medic... Three simple little words. Three words he hoped would convey the severity and intensity of the feelings brewing in his scarred chest. The three words that could best sum everything up. Or so he hoped.
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