Broken Dreams
09-20-2013, 11:08 AM
He sighed heavily, stub of a tail twitching anxiously as he waited. He really hoped she was alright, he couldn't imagine her beauty being plagued out of hate. Finally she came into view, and he couldn't help but smile. She seemed pretty okay, the first injury he noticed was the one on her muzzle. It wasn't bleeding anymore which was good, but it did look like a scabby mess. "Chrysanthe..." He managed to say in a mere whisper. He was already in awe, god she was so beautiful. Why did this have to be so difficult? Why was a grown man having butterfly's in his stomach like a little pup? If he didn't get a hold of himself he might even start blushing, and that would be a dead give away.
""Ah, you... treated Isardis, didn't you? Did I kill him?" His left ear tipped back slightly, and he fought the frown that wanted to crease his lips. Isardis? The white man? Was that all she cared about? They hadn't seen each other in so long, and he didn't even get a hello or anything. He didn't want to be rude, so he answered, trying to ignore the sudden disappointment he felt. "Yes, I did. He is fine now, and I must say that he is rather ungrateful and rude. I'm not one to judge, but when someone saves your life you can at least say thank you." He rolled his eyes. This had been the first time in a while that he had felt negative feelings toward someone. He set his gaze back on her, trying to keep eye contact. "I came here to make sure you were alright. I don't know what happened or why it happened, all I know is he was hurt and I needed to act."
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