What's in your head?!

Bae-Syl · 11-28-2022, 02:04 PM

Our lives are made in these small hours

He was close to unconscious when the sound of approach roused his attention. Eyes dilated as they snapped open and he jumped up, about facing whoever dared try to come here and challenge his place in this world. A snarl placed itself on his face in the same instance as his hackles rose. No doubt he looked like a wild animal to whoever it was. His eyes caught onto nothing at first, darting around at his own eye level expecting someone his own size, until they moved lower and it was like time stopped.

All sound stopped from him as he froze, eyes on the form of Lucette. His nostrils flared as he worked the scents out in his own head, taking every second he could to do so. There was a moment of disbelief on his face, followed by a sudden horror. He'd almost pounced Lucy, almost attacked her the way he had that Coyote. He could of hurt her. No. Killed her. The shock of it was slowly sinking in. His paws were frozen even though everything in his head was screaming at him to back away and take off. Her words only just registering to him. Her whimper caught in his ears and he pinned them back letting out his own whine.

Before he knew it he was sliding down to his belly and crawling on it towards her. There were no words that could express how agonizing his heart felt in the moment, knowing he could of just ended Lucy and had every intention of attacking before he even realized who it was. He stopped crawling when he was out of his little thicket home and about five feet from her. She had to make the final move he wasn't going to push his luck. It felt like it had been eons since they last spoke, and their last conversation before he had decided to take a step away and protect her from a distance hung in the air around him.

He lowered his head to his paws and waited. His wordless apology was written on his face. He wasn't running though, never would from her. Her teary eyes were what held his. "Don't cry, Luce, please....." It was a mere whisper from him, his breath was shaky and voice was raspy but definitely also deeper than it had been when she last spoke to him. He'd turned two only recently but he had noticed the differences. His voice had dropped at least an octave and he had filled out completely since she had seen him last. He dared not move yet, She needed to decide if he was allowed any closer.

Walk, "talk", Think

These little wonders these twists and turns of fate

_{Art by Asena}

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What's in your head?!

Lucette mayhaps?

Bae-Syl