Shelter For My Soul

Sunlight shone on the waters, reflecting off and making the shore look like diamonds. The dame sat on the warm sand, her elongated tail trailing in the water. It fanned out, lone strands curling with the ebb and flow of the tide. Even though it was autumn, it was a nice cool down for her. She has swam all the way to this gathering of island, settling on the smaller of the three. The cooing of the doves was calming, and very rhythmic. It soothed her, it was constant. She needed something like that to keep her crazy emotions at bay.

Othello's optics looked out at the glittering waters, her violet eyes sad. It had been nearly two weeks since she had seen Crucifix, and it was a lot harder than she had thought. Her feelings seemed to grow for him during their time apart, and she longed to have him by her side. She sighed softly, scanning the waters as if he would pop up out of the waves. She huffed, knowing that it was quite a silly thought. But she imagined seeing him everywhere. He wandered in her dreams, and he danced across her vision, teasing her with his opaque shape. He was ghosted in her vision, and she just longed to feel his touch. His scent wafted over her, taunting her. She just couldn't get him off her mind...

She had yet to decide if she should tell him now or not. She loved him. Well, at least what she believed to be love. She had never felt it for anyone before, she was pulled away from her family at such a young age, that she did not know its true meaning. She felt like this could be what it was, but fear was stronger. What if he didn't feel the same? Othello would be shattered beyond repair if he let her down. So why would she jeopardize that? They might as well keep it simple for now, without the complications of feelings like love. The dame felt it in her heart, but there were so many other things there that she just couldn't focus on it. It was easy to bury it, but it shone dimly among all others.

The pale female just couldn't take being away from Crucifix anymore. She lifted her black decorated face to the sky and let out her song, calling for him. Her voice was honey sweet, a high and almost haunting howl. She prayed that he heard her, and that he answered her beacon. She needed him here, just to talk, and to simply be with him by her side. Cru seemed to be a part of her now, and that missing hole when he was gone was becoming larger by the hour.