Just for records sake, this takes place at night, just after the confrontation. 763 words. :3 Squeal!
The night that fell on the land of 'Souls seemed unlike any other. The stars that began to sparkle in the sky reflected the moonlit white of snow that covered every inch of the eclipse. A lone shadow found himself in a clearing of the forest, his mind still buzzing with events from the day. He uttered out a single word into the cool, clean air, his breath misting out before him. "Skye!" He would call, and repeat with more desperation every few moments. His head turned this way and that, searching for the fiery headed female that he had grown fond of.
But isn't this what he wanted? The coywolf had intended to leave all along, after meeting some people, trading some goods, and even possibly fulfilling other needs. But it wasn't how he had planned it at all. Bangle Guffawri had fallen in love, whether he wanted to admit it to himself or not. Gray furred feet moved diligently, looking for the orange and cream female that had run away from his household not long ago. Had she really meant what she said, when he barked at her angrily? Had she really loved him?
It wasn't impossible, perhaps other females in the past had loved the traveling salesman when he lay with them. But it wasn't the same this time, not in the least. Someone fell in love with more than just his merchant like charm, she fell in love with his smile, his jokes, his stories. No other had really cared for all that, they merely admired him for the physical aspect of him. Bangle's muscles were toned from years of walking around, and constantly working at what he loved, but now... now he just needed to find Skye.
The clearing opened up into what looked like a picture perfect setting. The stars were just about to gleam overhead, and one by one the lightning bugs came out from the frost-laced blades of grass, flitting and buzzing around. Bright orange eyes scanned the scene, yelling out the name that he hoped hadn't disappeared from him forever. "Skye!" He said, hands cupped to his lips as he called out. What was the use? Even if she was here, she wouldn't answer. He had treated her like all the others - like dirt. If only he had the chance to explain that the gypsy just couldn't be taken out of him, that every time he saw her.. he had to run. The pain in his heart from seeing pure white fur, or even a flash of russet in the distance, made him squirm and look the other way.
Bangle was tired of running, he knew that now. The voice in his head that spoke to him as he was packing things from within the shack was no longer gone, and replaced by the beating of his heart, and what he should have done all along. It was harder for the coywolf than anyone could understand, but if he found the pack's co-leader, if he could only tell her anything - no, everything - then what? Would she ask him to leave? Would he be forced to depart from a pack that, for once, he never wanted to leave? Cercatori d'Arte didn't just 'seekers of art' to Bangle - He sought home.
Further into the clearing, the fireflies began to illuminate all around him. The grasses became taller, too, and reached up to his thighs. He parted the grass carefully with his right hand, in the other holding the sparkling rose he had meant to give to Skye in the first place. Suddenly, his nose found her. Or it might have been him going crazy with mixed emotions. The male nearly ran through the grass, sure that if the female was around, she would've heard and scented him coming.
The traveler finally stopped a few feet away from his target, the object of his affections, who sat on a log and had her face buried in her hands. Her shoulders heaved with sobs, ones that Bangle helped to create. Orange yellow eyes softened, looking at the ghastly scene before him. And yet she looked hauntingly beautiful, with the little glowing bugs darting here and there, sometimes landing on the log she sat on, too. To Bangle, she had never looked more beautiful, or more lit up, than now. How he wished he hadn't caused such grief - it only reminded him of the incident back home. Only this time, it wasn't a game. "Skye.." He whispered to her, keeping the distance between them.
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