These Blue Grey Eyes Hold Pain Inside
04-12-2014, 11:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-12-2014, 11:56 PM by Dayton.)
The boy found his tentative feet carrying him through another city of ice. This place was as beautiful as the last he had visited, with a large figure looming against the night sky. It seemed to be trapped in the ice, like many things seemed to be. Yet the air hovering around him was strangely warm. This night seemed to hum with possibilities, putting his fur on end. Dayton took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the clean air as a shocking scent caught his attention. Could it be? Was Misha really here? Of all the places I've been, she chose this one, the small male thought to himself. He even let a light chuckle leave his throat. It felt like so long since he'd seen his new friend. She had disappeared that day, after some sort of line had been crossed. Dayton had been hurt by her leaving him, of course, but he would never show it. He understood that Misha needed her space. Things were moving at a quick pace for him too. He would allow her some time to think. That being said, should the male make his presence known now? His paw dangled in the air as he contemplated it. Well, the worst she could do was run away again, but he didn't want to frighten the girl. The stars seemed to watch with a glittering sort of magic as the boy finally decided to keep moving. Misha was his friend. She should be happy to see him. Right? The delicate figure came around the side of the massive ship, breaking into view as a small female could be seen staring up at its dark form. It really was majestic, but it held a sort of mystery to it as well. Even so, Dayton spent no time staring at the ship. He was too busy staring at Misha. Her beautiful russet pelt was simply stunning in the moonlight, he realized. But what would her eyes be like? Her perfect irises, the color of a clear sky, would be breathtaking. Luckily he couldn't see them from this distance. If he could, his resolve may have wavered. Instead of dwelling on the thoughts, Dayton tilted his head forward and brought a quiet howl from his chest. He kept the notes soft and low, staying as gentle as he possibly could. He would not frighten Misha again. That he was sure of. Walk. "Talk." Think. |
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