A Drop in the Ocean
03-09-2014, 07:53 PM
Her moments of deliberation were lengthy. It seemed as if every second lasted a million, as if every minute drug on longer than the one before it. His chest ached, a deep sort of ache that meant only grief and pain. He breathed a silent breath, then another, and another until the grief washed away from him - temporarily of course. Her voice split the air, calling out his name - sending a shiver down his spine. Perhaps she was about to declare his death. Perhaps he deserved it. Who was he to think she would believe him? What on earth would make her believe him? Nothing, he surmised. But she continued, calling them both a rare breed. That was.. unexpected. She remembered the terrors of that night, uttering words that only brought back visions to his mind. Damn the flashbacks. He wished they would leave him forever - though something told him it did him good to remember the horror. He was the man he was today because of those memories. Her words grew harder and came faster, flooding his ears with her pain, her fury. But then she said something he hadn't expected. She would take him in. She would accept him. This acceptance didn't come without warning, and in an instant he was nodding his head in agreement. "I would have it no other way," he tagged on with absolute sincerity. A wag began at the base of his tail, radiating to the far reaches of the appendage in seconds. "My allegiance is yours, my Queen. Do with it as you wish." He was her canvas to paint as she saw fit, it was the least he could offer her. His wet fur ceased its noisy dripping into the lake, choosing instead to cling to the contours of his underside. Tail continued to wave behind him neatly, like a banner. The smallest of smiles grew upon his features as he yearned for the future, for the beginning of his long-term reconciliation with perhaps the last surviving Xanilov. "Talk" "You" Think |
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