Nighttime Madness

*Crucifix* · (This post was last modified: 04-26-2014, 06:51 PM by Crucifix.)

Time would pass by, and he settled against the back of a tree and occupied his time by passing his gaze over her feathures, then returning it to the outside world, searching and listening. It was quite again in the forest, now that her little insane dash had completed its course. There was the occisonal cry of an owl as it circled the world above, and the skitter of little creatures as they set about foraging and fleeing from the terrors of the sky.

It was the stillness that told him first of her rise to awakening, for the little movements of sleep, the peace of obliviousness that had relaxed her was gone. She stilled, like one aware but uncertain and appraising her situation. So he would stay in his watchful silence, his eyes falling again upon her form. Again, he took in the contours of her body, the perfect curves and plushness of her form. He was not so innocent as to ignore the perfection of her beauty, or so chivalry that he could not admire her form.

She would groan, and he would be pulled from his thoughts to move his eyes to her face in time to see their orbs blink upon him. He would take a surprised breath at the shades he saw beneath and found himself double-taking, eyes flitting across her form for the shape of a cross, the mark of his bloodline. But no, it was with a measure of relief he assured himself she was not family, she simply shared the strange tones of his orbs. His expression would form into a smirk as her paw would dabble across her head and she would bring it again to eye level, as through expecting from his staring to find something there. He would simply watch as she finished her path to awareness, groaning and bringing herself to her hunches. It would be when she spoke that he would move himself from the tree trunk and closer to her form. He would kneel down beside her so his form did not tower above, and he would look carefully into her luminescent orbs. ?You, my dear, did a magnificent job of knocking yourself out I dare say? He said, his voice half serious but his eyes where dancing. ?I'm Crucifix, and do I get a name to match this beautiful creature?? he would ask in smooth, shameless tones.

"My sounds""My Soul"

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