the beast you've made of me

His world was spiralling quickly, crashing and falling around him. Confusion tottered the world beneath his paws, he felt sick to his stomach but more then anything he felt lost and utterly alone. He would not show it though. Even when Gwena had broken the news to him he had done well to keep his true feelings on the matter hidden behind a well practiced mask. He felt like an icy hand had tightened around his heart, like his stomach was continuously flipping within him. They had just made up, they had just become friends. Had Skah been stupid to think? What had he been thinking? Confusion arched through him, leaving a burning sensation as though someone had whipped him. Teeth would grit as he lay otherwise motionless outside the oracle's den. Shai had abandoned his duties for a night of pleasure. It seemed Skah would be returning to work sooner then her had intended. He had come to see Ojise last night only to find her asleep. So he had waited, slipping far too easily back into old routine. He had dozed lightly on and off, even more on alert now that a northerner had come so close to their home. He needed to speak to the Oracle.

But despite his overwhelming desire to storm into her den and demand answers and tell her everything he would remain dutiful, respectful. Haunches would coil beneath him even as his belly pressed to the earth. He was ready to stand as soon as needed. It still smelt slightly of blood out here, smelt like his blood. He had tried to kick dirt over the red spots that stained the earth but the scent was still there. He didn't wish to make her worry anymore then she already did. She had far too much on her plate to have to worry about him, plus Gwena had already attended to him. No need to worry about wounds other then the report that had to be given when she realized it. Some selfish part of him wanted to leave Ojise in the dark a bit longer. She was going to worry. He hated when she worried.


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