Because Of You

N/A · 08-06-2013, 05:54 PM

They were an interesting pair, certainly not one anyone would ever imagine together. The man was large and hulking, practically a mountain all on his own while the female was smaller, delicate, something almost fragile. He was dangerous, murderous, a monster while she was friendly, caring and a complete flower. They seemed to be polar opposites and yet they complimented each other quite nicely. He was the beast and she the beauty; the only being that could possibly tame the demons within the beast. The feline had gathered this all within the small amount of time he'd been accompanying the pair. He usually wasn't one to take up the company of wolves, but for some reason the large man that the little she-wolf called Demyan caught his attention. Not only because of his imposing size, but just the way he acted around the dove. He'd been about to murder the smaller man until the little female had come rushing in to stop him. He hadn't even tried to move her out of the way, merely halted his advance and forfeited his original plan to maul the onyx wolf. Clearly the little woman was more to the man than he let on and the leopard had a feeling that if he stuck around he would soon find out.

Now that be was closer to her, his want to feel her touch thrummed loudly beneath his steel-like coat and yet the brute made no outward signs of his want. He wrestled with it, forcing to submit so he could tuck it away where it wouldn't be noticeable. He was sure she could sense something, but she made no acknowledgement of it. Perhaps she chose to ignore it? Or maybe she just didn't feel the same way he did for her? But she'd told him that she was going to abandon her family to be with him. That had to mean something didn't it? Or was he just trying to make something out of nothing? A quiet chuff slipped past his pale lips. Wolves like him weren't meant to have feelings. He didn't know why he was still here with Orica. The snow outside would make it easier to loose her. She wouldn't dare follow him and risk getting herself lost. And yet if she was willing to leave her family to be with him who was to say she wouldn't follow him into the storm. She was a smart wolf but often times her healing instincts didn't allow her to rightly watch for her own safety and he worried that would be the case if he up and left into the storm. So to avoid bringing harm to his little medic, because anything that happened to her would be his fault, the man remained in his place beside her, willing to wait the storm out.

She sat beside him, her neck craning around to look at him, her sapphires alight as a peal of giggles bubbled past her pearly lips. Demyan startled, his cyan eyes widening in surprise as he frowned down at Orica, confused as to what that noise had been. It didn't seem threatening or any sign of her being in distress. So what did it mean? He didn't linger much on it. Orica was moving again, only this time instead if moving away she was lowering herself towards the cave floor, her left shoulder fur pushing against his paws as she adjusted herself beside him. Without hesitation Demyan copied her movement, lowering his towering mass behind her, his forepaws stretching out just beyond her shoulders, his hind limbs stretched out to curl around her haunches, unconsciously cocooning her with his own body. Her melodic voice broke the comfortable silence of the caverns. 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. Do you know any good stories, Demyan? Glaciem. So that was the name of her home. He hadn't had a chance to explore that territory, but once he had the chance he would over to it so he could know what kind of place the little medic called home. Stories? Oh he had plenty, just none that he wanted to share with her. She already saw him as a monster. He didn't need to drive the point home. None that I'd want to share with you Orica. Why don't you tell me one? If I remember correctly you're pretty good at telling them. Besides all of the horror stories of his life, he could feel one stringing itself together in his head, but that one too he was reluctant to share.

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