Battle Scars[Demonio]
03-10-2013, 02:33 AM
Desdemona was in pain, but it was a physical pain. She had been trained long ago to put such miseries out of your mind. In battle, one got injured, many grew wounded, you were useless if you did not press on, and Desdemona, was anything but useless, but she was not two and three anymore, she was not quite as nimble nor as quick. She could still hold her own, and even against three vegabonds she had manged to still become victorious, but she was wounded and quite badly, especially her leg. She would need a grave deal of rest, recoperation and rehabilitation if she was to see the appendage used properly once more. She was lucky Demonio had come to her. She would have pushed herself to hard, would have forced herself to move and would have returned with even more damage to the leg. No Demonio had more than likely saved her leg if not her life. She owed her mate a great deal. Her two-toned gaze trailed back to her soldier, her protector, and she allowed her muscles what little relaxation she could afford them as they limped along. She focused her attention on him, forgetting her own agonies for the time being. His expression was difficult to read, for so many emotions drifted across his maw. The most obvious, of course, was anger, more than likely directed at the beasts who had torn her up so horribly. The second, worry and sadness, again, rather understandable, she was his mate as he was hers, she imagined she would be in a much worse state of mind, if she had found him... of course she had anger issues, and once she started a fight, she did not stop. The last of his emotions confused her... regret laced through his gaze, but why? She tempted to distract him with tender gestures and playful antics, but only once she spoke, in an attempt to reassure him, did she understand and that guilt she would not stand for. Injured or no. She stopped, planting her pads firmly in the dirt, ignoring the burning pain, her gaze narrowing at him. " There was supposed to be another who traveled with me this day, I know not who, or why they did not show but this is not your fault Demonio. If anything it tis my own. I should have returned to Kaien and informed him of such. I choose to continue alone. You will not blame yourself for my foolish mistake. I love you far too much to see you wounded over something beyond your control." It was probably the longest she had ever spoken to him but she needed him to understand that she did blame him, nor would she ever. She allowed him to lead her to the river and gingerly she stepped within the cool water, it felt heavenly against her wounds, but it was still bittersweet. She could still see the depression in his gaze and she would not have it. "Speak to me Demonio, I yearn to hear the tone of your voice. Tell me what you will name our first child." She would distract him from his guilt. This was not his fault. Speech, |