Because Of You
08-06-2013, 01:11 PM
Cut me loose
My parachute won't let me fall Don't be afraid of a chance for a miracle
The cat wasn't trying anything, and Demyan's words assured her. And it was true enough, unless the cat had a deathwish it wouldn't try to tangle with a giant like the grey male. Orica wondered why it didn't just go off on it's own to some other part of the cave though. It was then that Demyan moved, taking just a step or so closer, effectively blocking the cat out of sight and out of mind. The sort of tension that the male felt - the longing for the contact of fur and a gentle touch, was not really something that Orica shared, at least not nearly as much. She was still of the child's mind in that sort of way. Some days she would be crawling all over her parents without a second thought, other days she was comfortable just to keep her space. The only time she'd felt something like that for Demyan... had been when he'd asked her for help and she'd given him the lick. Then again she might as well call it what it was and say 'the kiss'. But that was something very special given in an emergency, now her mind was too full to pick up on anything like that. Or had been, until he came closer. Her body still twisted around, she stared back up at him, having to crane her head so far back that it was as though she was looking at him upside down. Even with all that had happened, even with the blizzard outside, the silliness couldn't help to put a smile on that snow-white face. She giggled; the high, clear sound of a mountain stream. She could see the markings that made up the male's nose and cheeks, she could see the top tip of the pink scar that she had been there to patch up (unconsciously she wondered if she'd done a better job, would the fur have grown back nicely?), and she saw the male's eyes. He had such a way of staring at her. She'd never really noticed it until recently. But then again, the first time they'd met all he'd ever done was keep his eyes on the ground. Now that he met her gaze... it was quite powerful. More expressive than that of most males, or perhaps that was just the raw power of the feelings behind them. Oh, he had such a potential to think and feel and be. Orica just hoped she could make him see that. All good things with time. After all, Orica's own mother had been the one to tell her that wolves don't rewrite themselves overnight. Uncoiling her body, Orica shifted a little to lay down in Demyan's shadow, the ebony fur of her right side pressing against his paws as she lay her belly to the cold stone. Her tail curled about along her free side, hepling to shelter the fur that was closest to the cave door. Luckily the crack was too narrow to let in much of the icy wind, but as the day moved on, things would only get colder. Looked like they might end up spending another night together if things didn't clear up. Orica's ears and eyes had followed her thoughts, and she was staring towards the cave door again, watching how the dim light shed upon the walls darkened on and off with the loads of snow that went past. It was just like listening to thunder when she was very young. It was scary, but so long as you had someone to watch over you, it could be thrilling too. And Orica did have someone to do just that. No matter how dangerous Demyan was, he'd only ever tried to protect her and she trusted him to do just that. Her ribcage swelled as she gave a silent sigh of contentment. "When I was in Glaciem and we had blizzards, we'd all spend the time by telling stories to eachother. They could be about us, or about old legends, or just made up on the spot." Her ears wiggled thoughtfully and she tilted her chin up towards the ceiling again so she could look up curiously at the male. "Do you know any good stories, Demyan?" |
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