Damaged Oddity

A rustle, footfalls wet with the melting snow, and the scent of blood. Her senses came to life as emeralds scanned, ears twitching and flipping back and forth. She surged forward, catching sight of the unnatural blue boy she had been searching for.

Absinth watched as Xairo stumbled into view, his form ragged and bloodied against the melting snow. Her sharp emerald eyes softened slightly, concern flickering behind her usually indifferent gaze. She could see the pain etched on his young face, the way his body trembled with each step. The ravens above cawed softly, sensing the change in her demeanor as they spread out to secure the area in case they needed to alert their mistress of any incoming danger.

With deliberate slowness, approached him, her movements fluid and silent. Xairo’s attempt to conceal himself behind the shrub and lick his wounds did not escape her notice. She stopped a few paces away, her gaze gentle but firmly planted on the dead shrub he was ‘hidden’ in. “Xairo,” She called out, her voice warm and coaxing, a lightness to the tone as she leaned back unto her haunches. “Come out from there, my love.”

She waited, her patience blanketing over the tension that gripped the air. She knew he was wounded, obviously she could see him in part through the near bare shrub, but it wouldn’t do to go pulling him out from his hiding spot. She wanted him to come to her.


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