Because Of You

N/A · 08-07-2013, 10:31 PM

This wasn't Demyan. Or at least not the Demyan that he'd grown up as. Maybe this was another Demyan or maybe even a side to himself that he had never known about. To be so caring towards the little woman it was a thought that would've never occurred to the man. He had never seen females as anything other than objects to fuck, but Orica...she was a completely different story. She would never be that to him. She was much too beautiful, much too intelligent and much too precious for him to see her as an object only for his pleasure. Other wolves were simply objects for his entertainment and that too he couldn't see Orica as. She was his little medic, the woman that had saved his life and who was now going to be in his life for quite some time it seemed. She was the woman who was helping him change into something better than just a monster, something worthy of having someone like her in their life. She was a miracle worker.

He hadn't been aware that her reason for lying down had been to get a better look at him until she rolled herself onto her back. The darkness of her top onyx layer was suddenly replaced by the pale milkiness of her ivory under fur. She tucked her forepaws against her belly, arching her spine as she curled her neck, using his right forelimb as a pillow, now apparently comfortable as she looked up towards him, her fluff of a tail draped across his hind limbs. He could see rifling through what he supposed was her archive of stories, sapphires blinking with recognition as he reminded her of the story she'd told him the first time they'd met. Demyan. I didn't tell you before... but that story was real. It was about my grandmother and grandfather, and how they met. The way she spoke his name made his heart stutter, a bit of disbelief distracting him from his feelings. Her grandparents. One of her grandparents had been a wolf much like him and her other grandparent had been able to get through to the first one and bring them over to the good side in a sense. Was she trying to say something about them? Your grandparents... He murmured, putting the pieces together. History tended to repeat itself and it was quite possible that that history could repeat itself with them.

Unknowing of the actual story, having only heard the shortened version, Demyan was confused when he saw a shade of pink color Orica's cheeks, her twin sapphires glancing away from him, leaning her head farther back away, pressing more into him. Grey brows furrowed together, worried cyan gems intent on her pearly features, a question burning the tip of his tongue yet unable to fall free of his lips, unsure if he wanted to know the answer. She couldn't be acting like this because it was possible that she was feeling anything towards him, could she? Of course not. That was ridiculous. It had to be.

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