With Eyes Wide Open

*Anais* · 01-18-2015, 04:25 PM

Walk | Talk | Think

She hoped, prayed even, that she might be able to help this poor, broken wolf. He was different somehow, not the Lebrah she had adopted, and yet he was here, she could feel it. Was it a mother's sense? Was it the bond she had begun to develop with him? Or just her promise that rang so strongly within her ears, demanding that she keep her word and protect this man who looked like her adopted son from the demons who haunted him? Anais wanted to cling to him, hang on tightly as if she could soak in his pain and leave him whole and happy, but her touch was soft, hesitant, and just a little frightened. There was a danger here that she could not shake, and her need to help, to act, was the only thing stopping her from retreating in fear.

He jumped first. The sudden backward motion nearly undid Anais's resolve, and just as he leaped back and away from her she did the same, her anxious paws springing her backward a step as she sank somewhat into a crouch, eyes wide and ears tucked tight. His panic-stricken expression coupled with the statements he made about his siblings dying, witnessing it all, shocked her, confused her. Was that what happened? Was that why he was the way he was with her, the innocent, childish Lebrah? How?

It made sense. Somehow he had managed to hide away from the pain, the devastation, that was his past in the clueless, naive guise of a younger self, but just how he had managed it was a mystery to the girl who wanted to help him. He turned away from her, distancing himself more, and all she dared to do at first was turn to keep watching him, torn between wanting to step forward and help though she had no idea how and running herself away from the terror that was this hysterical wolf and his tragic past. He collapsed again, turning his desperate gaze on her, and on a whine Anais answered him, her own golden eyes filling with tears, "I don't know how!" She wished more than anything that she did.

She tried again, creeping closer as she nosed against his muzzle, his cheeks, his neck, offering gentle, consoling kisses and nuzzles while crouching and lying down beside him. Her neck curved around his, anchoring him in place and trying to hold his broken pieces together. She hated seeing Lebrah like this, no matter which Lebrah this was. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she mumbled through her own tears, "How do I help you?"

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