paralyzing comfort

hush little libeling don?t say a word.

It was a strange thing to accept, or even think of accepting. In her pack she would have had her ear ripped off if she was to even touch another member of the pack and yet here she was leaning her miniscule weight against someone more than twice her size. She allowed him to groom her mangled fur until it show like pale woven precious metals, though she felt as if her allowing was like she had no other choice but it was not like she did not enjoy physical company that her body seemed to crave. It was funny how you never know what you will like until it is something you would have to die to even receive.



His words were like a cue as her heavy lidded eyes almost drooped, her head began to fall to her awaiting paws. It was ridiculous just how tired she was, how exhausting her aimless wandering had taken on her. Her location was still a mystery but she knew that she was far from the place that she was casted out of, how far had the healer drug her when she was unconscious? These questions littered her mind as she did not even move as her new mocha color companion rubbed against her, she was already in the state of unconsciousness. Her eyes had slipped under before her head had even reached her winter kissed paws, maybe this time she would not have the nightmares that plagued her every second she closed her eyes. Maybe this was a way to start a new chapter of her life, but would it be for better or just the same routine?

-thread ends with sleeping cashmere and guarding nibelheim-