Crashing Tides [open]

Her words had not been biting or bitter. A calmness had overcome her and she spoke in a smooth expressionless tone, as smooth as glass. Her history wasn't pretty, her soul stained with black marks that would never fade, her psyche broken and shattered. She was a train wreck, something of a freak show. Not a single creature knew of her sufferings save for this stranger whom she scarcely knew.

His smile fell and that seemingly flirtatious air fell from his aura, she waited for the words of disgust, the snide remarks, she expected them, anticipated them, but they never came, never slipped from his maw, instead he stepped forward, his vibrant fur, brushing her own as he rested his crown upon her shoulder. Comfort was not something's she felt often, but it spread through her at his soft and caring speech. Whether he meant his words or not they were kind.

Her audits craned forward, attentive and alert as he spoke to her his own story. It was utterly ironic how she had managed to find solace in someone who oft indulged in the very thing that had broken her. Of course, she was carved from rape and the knowledge that it was her own flesh and blood who had tarnished her, he at least took the willing. With a breaths length of hesitation, she shifted, coiling her neck around the base of his own, resting her crown between his shoulder blades.

"You are my pack mate. I will aid you when you need me." She repeated his words back to him, eyes fluttering shut as the waves crashed against her paws, staining the fur. "If they come for you, I will fight beside you until you are free. I may not be the most powerful of warriors, but you will have a second set of fangs at your side." Flirtations were gone now, a serious aura had settled upon them. For how long? She did not know, but a bond now stretched between them. She was no longer alone and he no longer harbored his worries, what a wretched match they made.