All Your Perfect Imperfections
04-17-2014, 10:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-17-2014, 10:30 AM by Dayton.)
The boy had finally returned home. He had spent the entire day at the Obsidian Beach after sending Misha on ahead of him. He trusted that his love could find her way home safely, though he had worried a bit about her. Now his steps brought him to a less familiar part of Tortuga, a place with deep curves of grassy land. It was very open here. The perfect place to call for his mate. In his jaws, Dayton carefully held the shell he had found. It was white and pearly - beautiful - the perfect gift for Misha. The male had wanted to find a trinket for her there on the beach, that place where they had shared so many lovely memories. After all, when winter came it wouldn't be possible for them to make the long walk there. They would need to find a den and stay warm when the snow began to fall upon these northern lands. Dayton came to a stop in a small valley and lightly placed the pretty shell behind his front legs. He wanted Misha to be surprised. The small brute then sent up a howl, calling for her to meet him. His song was sweet and melodious - much better than his usual singing voice. There was a grin on his maw as he listened to his howl. It bounced off into the distance, undisturbed by even a wisp of wind. The air was mercifully still this morning. Had it really been only a day since the boy had seen his love? Already his fur itched to feel her warmth. His eyes ached to behold her. And his heart, of course, burned steadily for everything else. He seated himself impatiently and felt his tail begin to wag. It had been a mere twenty four hours for some, but for Dayton it felt like a lifetime. Come soon, my love, he called to her silently. I have a gift for you. Walk. "Talk." Think. |