Because Of You

N/A · 08-12-2013, 11:53 AM

The little healer nestled herself deeper into his side, breaking the bridge between their bodies as their starkly different colored pelts mixed into one single multicolored pelt. Story telling had never been something that had been a part of his childhood. His child hood had been honing his killing tendencies and sharpening his killer instinct. He had never heard a story nor ever told anyone one. He had never been the type of man to sit down and tell young pups stories. He was usually the kind of beast that others made stories up about in order to scare the younger generations into behaving. He was the one who was more likely to kill pups than actually try and have any kind of interaction with them. He'd always hated them; useless weak things. Maybe Orica would help him see those little things in a different light. Or maybe he would never be able to change his ways and he would forever remain as the monster that he was born as.

The storm continued to rage outside the safety of the cavern but Demyan paid it no mind; he was much too focused on Orica, and especially now that she was going to tell him a story. Were someone from the outside to look into the cave and see the monstrous grey beast nestled up beside the little medic, quietly listening to her tell him a story, it would probably be a very comical scene. Surely it was utterly ridiculous in nature and completely unbelievable. But it was happening. The hellion lowered his head to his forelimbs, dark nose pressing against her dark shoulder, cyan gems never wavering from her marbled face as she began her story about her family pack. She started out by giving him a brief recap of the history of her pack called Glaciem, calling the founder by name, who clearly had a relation to the yearling although what it was specifically he couldn't quite grasp it. It was a story about how the pack had been out hunting, but had spotted a massive bear in their lands, wreaking havoc all around, threatening the safety of their family. So the alphaess at the time had gathered her best warriors in a sort of hunting party to eradicate the threat. And eradicate they did, but not at the cost of a few bumps and bruises along the way. It wasn't until she'd finished her story that he realized the brave alpha Crusade was her aunt, which meant that she had to be the sister of Orica's mother or father. She came from a pretty worthy family line.

He barely noticed when she'd finished, her little head bowing against her chest as a sign of finality. Demyan's mind was racing. That could've been him. If she'd decided to run back to her family and alert of them of the monster that he was, that would have been his fate. Killed by the strongest warriors in her family, her father most likely at the head of that party. But she hadn't. She had gone off, back to her home, and kept their meeting, the most important details he assumed, to herself. But why? She was a healer, one who helped people. By keeping his real nature a secret she was almost indirectly endangering the lives of many others. She should've done the right thing and alerted her family to the danger that he was. And yet here she was, curled up beside him, having just finished telling him a story, already promising that she was going to forfeit her family for the time being to accompany him and hopefully bring something more out of him. The gargantuan looked down towards the little dame, her sapphires hidden from view, his heart thudding loudly in his scarred chest. What had driven her to help him?

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