Which is the Voice that I was Meant to Hear?

The seas wine red; This is the death of beauty

this is the time and this is the place to be alive

. . .

"You're right"

At the sound of that little voice of his gaining strength, some of the disappointment in Champion's face immediately faded. But she stayed trained on him, wanting to know where his mind was and what he was thinking. He'd let her words reach him. He really had. And though now Champion wished she'd perhaps softened her words a little, they did seem to do the trick. He was speaking with a will now, and Champion was so attentive that she didn't even notice the icey nothern wind that came swirling from out over the lake to tangle itself in her fur. She found herself becoming expectant. There was something Vioxes was really trying to say.

What he said in the end, with that little chuckle of his, was enough to quiet Champion for a few seconds longer. She stared at him, thoughtful, curious even. Not so long ago, for the first time in her life she had found out that there were males smart enough to find her desirable, but though the match had been tempting one... it just hadn't been right. It had set her mind to such things though - wondering about the future in a way that had never so much as crossed her mind. Part of growing up probably. She'd really only ever looked at males as friends or comrades or strangers - or, as was too often the case, utter annoyances-. But there was another option now, and frankly Champion didn't know how she felt about it. It confused her. Usually she could trust her instincts so well, yet now in certain matters they were torn.

With a soft little exhale through her pink nose, Champion eased her frame slowly to the ground again. She didn't want to standing over Vio like she was about to eat him. He'd already shown he still had spark left in him, and she wanted to encourage that... she just didn't know where it would lead. She lay sphinx-like with their two sets of forepaws almost touching. Despite the new relaxing of posture though, her features were still perfectly focused on what was going on. But there was an element of uncertainty to the conversation that she simply could not stand for. Willing her lungs to breathe easy and her gaze to remain steady, she let out a gentle murmur. The male had said before how he'd ground 'found of her company'- "Vio... just how fond of me, are you?" It was said bluntly, but gently, and with a face so sincere that it was clear, honesty would be returned for honesty.



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