A million words would not bring you back

Ever Mayawyn · 08-30-2010, 02:56 AM

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His voice was something that had not broken her silence for weeks. It made her ears twitch, although her face was shielded by shadows. The stallion snorted in surprise, clearly pleased to see his companion break her statue pose. He looked at Niro with more respect, beautiful dark eyes pleading him to do more.

The bucket was filthy, including the water, but Ever couldn’t tell in the shade behind her arms. Her tongue was desperately dry and her throat screamed in persistence as the female turned her head away, laying it on her farthest arm. Tears streamed from her dull aqua eyes and into her mangled fur. She wasn’t ready to be mended; this was the first time she had actually let her dark side show through. Losing her mother was enough for her to handle when she was young but now … when her lover didn’t want her. Life was confusing.

But she couldn’t keep it up forever. The girl was exhausted and by now, she looked near death, her eyes shedding more water than she had in her body. She longed to go home, to Luneberg and find her adopted parents waiting for her. But she didn’t know if anyone was worried about her. Ever didn’t stay in one place for too long, but the emotional crevice the female had created trapped her like a cage. She needed help, but help was not something she would give into lightly.

So she tried, truthfully this time. Her hand shook as she raised it to Sapraine’s muzzle. He breathed in her scent like the smell of fresh spring grass, drunk with pleasure, and pushed against her weak hand. It was an admirable action. The girl sobbed silently now, looking at the horse with fiery love. Then she turned her head. Niro looked bad, and she was surprised she had not smelled the blood that reddened his bandages. But she did not show it, her face a desperately thick wall of woe.

The light seeping through the door told her something was waiting for her. Something she needed. But it wasn’t enough to lift her spirits. The sight of light burned her grey heart and was harsh against her sensitive eyes. Ever stared on outside, longing hunching her body. But she ripped her head away, a movement to quick and sent her head spinning. The silver girl ducked her head back under her arms.

“Niro, I need your help.”

The sound of her voice even stunned the young wolf. It was raspy and weak, hesitant but dry, hardly any emotion behind the words muffled by her arm. She couldn’t recognize the sweet, melody that normally flowed words from her maw, replaced by the retched sound of wood against rock. The statement hurt, even, scraping against her raw throat. But still, the female didn’t think she could stomach water at the moment. Her throat was burning and her eyes watered again with tears, the pain unbearable.

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