Trample upon me all you wish, I won't give up
The man slightly glanced back to see if Loccian was following. Turning ahead again, he felt a slightly elated feeling that she was following him. But...the way she looked. He started to hate it. Why was she like that? He began to wonder if she had been in these parts for a reason...did she want to get killed? Was she trying to run from something? Questions swirled around in his head, but he was so terribly afraid to ask...he didn't want to push her away, didn't want to make her feel worse, didn't want to make her feel anymore hurt then she already looked and felt. He quickened his pace, the rumbling of the clouds not far now. Blue eyes searched for the trail he always used, the hidden one he had made for himself to avoid the main ones. The wind began to pick up, ruffling his fur and sending a chill through his bones. The effect of the plant that she had given to him had taken effect, the soreness gone. As he neared the trees, he walked alongside them until he came to a barely visible break in the long stalks of grass at the edge. He stopped for a moment, turning to Loccian and indicating to her that they would be going this way. He then slipped through the grass, the rustling sound of paw steps leading the dame behind him. He had made a path through the long grass, and this would lead them straight to the hidden glades where he loved to be. It was a place of secrecy, of solitude, a location of which only he knew. But now, he was about to share its location with another, hopefully, she would not betray his place in the future. This was somewhere he always wanted to come if things began to get problematic. But he began to trust her, if only a little at first...but he was trusting her now. Something he never did right off the bat for what happened in the past. But he felt that he could trust her. And if not, well...then he would just remain closed to anyone and everyone who tried to get in again. Like a stone...
His head pushed through the grasses, opening up a pathway that widened out into something that was beyond description. Stepping out, he moved a few feet from the opening of the grass, and stood among the many colored flowers that grew among the shorter grass. A crystal clear pond sat in the center. Rippling gently from the water the seeped into it from underground. On one side, there was a hollowed out tree den, where he often slept. On the other, it was sheltered by a small rock overhang that looked like it would fit a smaller creature. But not him, his body was too large to fit into there. All around them, the long grass grew, as if creating a protective barrier for them. Another thing he enjoyed about this place, where the cat tail plants that grew around the edge of the pond. Though the water source was small, it still teemed with life. Small tadpoles swam within the shallows, minnows darted here and there. Frogs, turtles, and the occasional visible shine of fish that had splotchy colors of orange and white, orange and black, or a calico mix could be seen. |