Trample upon me all you wish, I won't give up
08-04-2013, 02:37 AM
Squall stopped in his tracks, Loccian's voice tugging at him like a gentle wind as she came up beside him and spoke. Her eyes were still turned away from him, but they soon found his own blue orbs...but the look in them. It pained him to see here this way...This was a very different wolf...not the one he had met that first time on the battlefield. This one, her eyes, he could tell she was in a great deal of emotional and mental pain. He knew well how to read into the eyes of others, they were the windows to the soul. No matter how hard one tried, eventually the eyes would give away ones true feelings. And here, he saw so much inside her. He wanted to tear away, but couldn't. But...there was one particular thing that was different then the way she looked just moments ago. Brows furrowed slightly as he tried to figure out what it was...nothing he had felt. Not recently anyway...He racked his brain for the feeling he saw, the flash of...hope? Yeah...that was it. It was the same look he had seen Ellone with when they first met, when the two were the only cubs who felt alone, and found friends in each other. It was something that he had felt once, and again when he thought he had found Ellone after their separation, but it had only been a dream. A very vivid one...after that, he had lost all hope for anything. Nothing good ever came his way, only hurt. He gave up on hope, to him, it seemed a pointless feeling to have. To hope, only to have it stripped away. But...if hope is what he now saw in the eyes of this pained she-wolf, then he would now do what he could to keep it there. He knew not what she was hopeful of, not yet at least. But he knew that if he saw that, for as long as he could, he would try to make her feel better things then what he saw in her dull grey eyes. The ones he had found intriguing their first meeting, when she was in his face, angry and determined. He nodded, though it went unnoticed. He watched as she turned tail and ran in the other direction, towards a flower not far off from where they stood. He glanced around, cautiously sniffing the air to make sure there would be no ambush or rogue attackers. If something decided to attack her, he would fight full force, do whatever it took to protect her, even at the cost of his own life. As battered and bruised as he was, he would not allow her to get hurt. Not anymore then she already was by his knowledge. Within minutes, she was back with him. He stared down at the plant she had given to him, the roots looked very unappealing...and very unappetizing. Grimacing slightly, he knew he would have to eat them if he wanted to feel better. That, and he didn't want to argue with her. He wasn't afraid of anything, but her when she was angry. Swallowing, he bent down and sniffed the material, ears flicking nervously at the thought of what it might taste like. Well...it's now or never. He took a deep breath, and scooped up the roots with his teeth. Chewing as fast as he could, feeling the juices break free of their shell and seeping onto his tongue and finding its way down his throat. He coughed once, grimacing as he chewed. Finally, he swallowed the last bit and made an involuntary disgusted face. His body shuddering along with the motion, "Bleeeeccchhhh....ugh, Why do some of these have to be so foul tasting?" After his short bout of complaining, he swiped his tongue on his teeth, trying to scrape away the trace amounts of juices that had settled there. One final small shudder, and he looked at her, the effects did in fact begin to take place. Only a few short minutes, and he could feel his body begin to get less sore. "Ah, thanks...wasn't the best tasting medicine I've had...but at least it's working. I am in your debt, Loccian. If you weren't here, I probably would be collapsed or dead somewhere among these lands. An easy target for rogues, or even a hungry mountain cat." He dipped his head in gratitude to her. His words a softer tone than what he was used to...then what he normally used. It seemed, as if sarcasm and his sharp tongue were gone today, with anyone else, he would have made room for smart comments and annoyances. But now, in these moments, he seemed to be bereft of his usual attitudes. Now that he was free of his previously foul tasting treatment, the root now just a bitter taste on his tongue, he twitched his ears at the sound of another distant rumble. Looking at her again, he made a motion for her to follow as he then turned and continued his earlier path. The tip of his tail brushing her shoulder for a brief moment when he turned. He would lead them to the glade he had found, to the place he occasionally slept that was out of the way for patrols or other threats. He often wondered if the packs even knew about it, as the place only had scents of passing animals, but no other wolf scents. It had remained fresh with stalks of green grass, budding flowers of all colors, and even a small shallow pool the size of tide pool that never seemed to empty or dry up. And if she didn't like it there, or didn't want to go...well then, he wouldn't stop her from wanting to return to her pack den. Ears flattened slightly to his head as he thought about her deciding to leave. To abandon him. Besides, who was he anyway? He was just a loner. A rogue. An Orphan..."A nobody..." He whispered to himself. Speech Thoughts Others |