Cezar's attention upon Maija was unaffected until he felt the change in atmosphere. The ground began to shake beneath his small frame, his mistress's name was called, and a dark blue presence appeared faster than he anticipated. Nevertheless, he smoothly moved in time to not get stomped by the large, charcoal paws that stopped beside Maija's crumpled frame. His own dark paws moved him onto Maija's other side, tail rising and jaws running teeth over each other in anger as he began to get ready to defend his mistress's unconscious form.
However, the honey badger didn't have to use any of his honed attacks. Maija's subconscious pushed her back to the light (or darkness) of the real world and her senses began to connect with her brain. A large being, familiar and yet unfamiliar, stood near her and was breathing, talking, and seeming to exist. Her ears picked up on the soft crickets of the woods, the hot respirations by the being. She felt the cold ground beneath her body, keeping her from falling into endless oblivion. She tasted the saliva and faint tint of blood that had come from her biting her tongue. Her nose moved and she smelled his scent...one that she had left behind when she gave up the island. All that was left was her vision...and a part of her was afraid to use it.
Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, leaf-green pools that shimmered with open confusion. Her vision was blurred, but after blinking a few times, she regained the sight she had missed for only a few minutes. In their sockets, they rolled up to the breathing source in front of her and disbelief fell over her body. Her body's neurons began to work and she felt the ability to move again. Shock rolled over her again and she raised her head to see the face that had haunted her dreams until she met Neo. Ears flattened and she found the ground with her paws beneath her form. He could not be here...he just couldn't!
She found the strength to move and when she did, she didn't hesitate to back away. At first, she remained crouched and moved like a crab, but then she sprang up and stood to her full height. Her paws worked like they were on a dance floor and she smoothly retreated from where she had been. "You're not here...YOU'RE NOT HERE!" she screamed, Romanian voice tinged with disbelief, shock, and anger. "You're dead...you left and never came back!" Her chest began to heave, breaths quickly coming in and leaving, all the while taking in his scent and making him more real. "You're only my imagination, it's not true...IT CAN'T BE TRUE!" Her voice wailed in desperation, green eyes began to show tears that threatened to fall. Her heart began to break, the feeling of which hadn't happened since the last time he had left.
"Speech"
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